I'm almost done. I'm almost done. This I repeat to myself EVERY DAY because I still really despise school. It doesn't help that the professor this time is one of the worst I've ever had--I learn more from the book than from him, and going to class is pointless other than to brownnose. Which I hate. But I go anyway, because I can do ANYTHING for 2 more months, three and a half more weeks.
But OH MY GOD I can't wait for life to begin again. I can't wait to come home and feel like it's okay to clean my house, okay to do laundry, okay to cook--because there's not anything in the world that I SHOULD do, and I can just do what needs to be done and what I want to do.
Part of me wants to sell the house (we owe 183k, it's worth around 230k--CONSERVATIVELY, and if you take out the realtor fees and capital gains, we'd have around 35,000 bucks. Consider that Zillow and our realtor--also our friend--think that we could get 240k even in this market, and wow that is a lot of money)...and then get a cheap RV or trailer for the back of a truck and travel around working at state parks for a few years. Haha. Probably not going to happen, but it's fun to dream, right?
Here's to hunkering down and not looking up till I'm done. And I am SO very grateful that it is almost DONE.
And by the way, I am going to wear a Georgia Bulldogs T-shirt under my graduation robe. That is how much I dislike my school. Amen. ;) (And no, I will not be blatant about it...it will just be there, and I will know it, and it will make me happy because that is the place that is closest to my heart. Yes, I'm cheesy, why do you ask?)
Over and out.