whims

Gilly Weed

I'm almost finished with the first of three periods of Nebraska life. I've finished my thesis, which means I'm all done at McGill (sigh of relief) and on Thursday, I'll have finished my Organic Chemistry 1 class. My job at the College of Public Health is also likely over...though they still haven't told any of the summer research assistants if our time is up. My gut tells me I'll be unemployed in a few weeks. I'm glad this section is over; transitions are never easy for me and that's what this period was. I've realized that the transition is mostly over. I don't want to cry when I think about leaving Montreal. That is good. I also have switched my rhythm over to fit the Nebraska vibe...or at least MY Nebraska vibe. Montreal was so social for me. Nebraska is anything but. It's family...that's social, I guess. It's work. It's studies. It's dogs. It's sleeping. It's resume building. I've finally got my head wrapped around that and it's starting to make sense. I don't know if other people can just slide into transitions, but I cannot. I can't let go of the past so easily to fit into the present. Watching the third Harry Potter reminded me that new transitions are rarely easy. Harry eats gilly weed and grows gills. It pains him to grow them and pains him to lose them. He carries scars on his neck for days. That's where I'm at: scars. Those are something that I'll never lose and I wouldn't want to. Every experiences changes you and scars are the reminder of how. I'm just happy to be able to breathe above ground again.

posted by Marielly @ 10:44 AM