I am officially having one.
I can't explain why, but things have not been the same since I got back from Atlanta. I have been trying to blame it on jetlag, but I am now admitting that you cannot be jetlagged for a week from a two hour time difference. I think I am realizing now that I am just sad.
I obviously have reason to be, I'm getting a divorce! But its not just that. Its that I'm 2000 miles away from my family, friends, sisters, birthday parties, cousins being born, nights out on the town,and 100 percent burnt out from school and work and business AND getting a divorce.
Its not easy. And its a kind of not easy that phone calls don't fix.
When I was in Atlanta last week, I had more fun than I have had in a loooooong time. Granted I didn't have to work the whole time I was there, so that helped, but it wasn't just that. I got to see my sisters and just laugh and watch tv with them. I got to go out to eat and to the park with my mom. I got to visit my 91 year old great grandma, who still always makes me feel important. I got to see old friends, and make new ones. It was just wonderful.
So maybe its just being exhausted from a summer so chock full of work that I don't even know where it went... or maybe its that I'm truly wishing to be back in Atlanta. I really can't tell. I do know that since I got back, all I can think about is being there. I can't sleep, I haven't eaten hardly anything, and eveyone around me seems more and more like strangers.
I love Montana so much, but I am now thinking that maybe it was a brief love affair, holding only part of my heart, instead of the whole thing.
There are so many logistical reasons for me to stay, but so many emotional ones for me to leave. Is this where I AM supposed to be, or where I WAS supposed to be? How do you choose between the adventure of a lifetime, and the pure comforts of home? Or can you have both?
I leave for Jackson Hole and the Grand Teton National Forest in just a couple hours to shoot a wedding, and I know it will be one of the most beutiful places I have ever seen. But somehow it still won't compare to dirty, humid old Atlanta:)
back in the desk again
Well, fall has fell, and its back to school time. I swore I was going to take it easy this semester, but that little insane worker bee in my brain woke back up, so now I'm taking 17 credits. But I did give myself the option of dropping any class that looked like it was going to be hard after the first day, and everything looks okay so far.
So here are my classes this semester:
Molecular/cellular function
Behavioral neuroscience
Memory and cognition
Research design and analysis
Psycholinguistics
Whew! That's lots of long words. I can't wait for the snow to start, I'm seeing many long days and nights of studying ahead of me. Pray for me and my GPA!
So here are my classes this semester:
Molecular/cellular function
Behavioral neuroscience
Memory and cognition
Research design and analysis
Psycholinguistics
Whew! That's lots of long words. I can't wait for the snow to start, I'm seeing many long days and nights of studying ahead of me. Pray for me and my GPA!
