ever since i told everyone and their cat about my old blog it’s not feeling so much like mine anymore. except, the thing is, i’m not ready to give up the past yet. the past = a blog i’ve had for nearly two years. i need little reminders of what used to be and how different things are now. i also require blog sites with catchy names and “wordpress” is extremely accommodating on all counts! plus wordpress conjures up images of letter in vice, being squeezed to an untimely death. and i like that.

it’s the second day of the fifth-year and i’m already thinking: grad school.

in fact, i’m feeling confident and intelligent and speaking out in class and organizing group meetings and thinking about joining the women’s center and thinking about an MA in women’ studies. i’m taking a course with a professor who has me thinking: environmentalism, feminism and great writing can be combined into something sublime – something i never thought i’d find in my career as an undergrad.

occupying the rest of the space in my mind is how great it is to live with someone you’re in love with. i keep trying to create scenerios in which this love-nest will not work out favourably, but even my paranoid-unconcious needs to admit that it’s great waking up next to each other (on those nights we decide to sleep side by side) and eating supper together when time permits it and studying together on beds, drinking hot chocolate in the luxury of our own home.

this feels like the culmination of something bigger. of twenty three years! not just the boy, all of it.

also, i’m officially looking for a new job! though, it must fit into my incredibly restrictive requirements of being an independent business with an interest in community, as well as being extremely lax and allowing me to spend the majority of my time reading and pontificating. in short, i will never quit the paper tree. ahoy! minimum wage and mistreatment!