- Date: Monday, November 27, 2006 -- 9pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Fellow Chef: Chris
- Recipe Rating: B
A couple of days ago one of the fourth year graduate students wrote on the chalkboard in the 4th floor common space, "We have to graduate in 3 semesters." I read it and instantly felt a little short of breath. Then I remembered I am graduating 1 semester from now. It really hasn't sunk in. I have a thesis defense date (did I mention that already?). I am defending on April 30th. Maybe it's not knowing where I will be next year, or maybe it's just denial, but I keep thinking that things will just go on the same as they have been. It's hard for me to imagine not living here. Matt and I were talking the other day, and he said, "Next year we should drive back to the Midwest for Christmas instead of flying." I instantly agreed that it was a great idea. It took me more than a minute to realize that I wouldn't be here next year at this time to drive with him.
The not-knowing where I will be next fall doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would. But I think the only reason I'm not bothered is because I haven't actually internalized the fact that I won't be here.