It simultaneously feels like I've been in my new apartment about 15 minutes and far more than the roughly 15 days that I've actually been a resident of this state. While I thought I had given myself more than enough time to get settled (and even get a little bored), the beginning of the semester is barreling toward me like a runaway train. I secured a tuition-paying assistantship (THANK YOU BABY JESUS) and am trying to get the paperwork completed and submitted before next week's tuition payment deadline. Everyone except me is handling the small time frame all nonchalantly like its no big deal.
NOTE: incoming doctoral students are not the most laid back people in the world. We will repeatedly call, email, text, or otherwise borderline harass you if we don't find out information we need in a timely manner. Its just in our nature.
Speaking of next week, though, orientation is about eight days away...
And then it all starts to happen rather rapidly. I'll be a doctoral student.
That's a thing... After all this time wanting it, it'll actually be... real. Eventually, it might even start to feel regular. Then I'll be over it. Then I'll graduate. Nope, not scary at all.
Maybe for now, I'll just let myself be excited/scared/nervous/anxious/all-the-feels about this new adventure in this new little college town where I know approximately 3.4 people so far. And work on finally making it to the farmer's market.