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So, I just got back from almost a week out of school, for the U of C open house and Easter. Pretty tired, in all possible ways. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Said goodbye to Mike again this morning before church. I will not see him again till his graduation. These little visits are always a wrench, the pleasure at being together always has an edge of going away. I just keep telling myself that we're almost done with this chapter. As much as I'll miss my friends at Knox, I can't wait.
And speaking of the next chapter, it looks like plans are changing. After spending three days at the University of Chicago, learning about the program and grad schools in general, we've decided that we're going to spend next year (not to mention all and more of our money) in Chicago, so Mike can get his master's from U of C. I'm going to try and get a job of some sort there for a year, to pay some of the bills. After that year, we'll move down to Champaign and I'll pick up my deferral, and my scholarship as well. Mike will get a job there for part of a year, and work on getting into the doctoral program at UIUC for the next year, and then we'll be there for a few years while we do school. I'm not looking forward to living in Chicago at all. Cities scare me, and I'll have to give up the faithful old Boat of Car, which would never survive in Chicago, but would've been nice in Champaign. Plus we don't know exactly where we're going to live. University of Chicago owns all the apartments around itself, and assigns them almost at random to its grad students. It almost makes me want to cry to think of the kind of apartment we could get in Champaign for what we'll shell out for a little rathole in Hyde Park...
But oh well. I've been over all these things a million times in my head, but it doesn't change anything. Being married is about working together to make sure you both get what you want. My dream will wait a year for me. If he doesn't take this opportunity, I don't know when one like it will come along. So we'll make the big leap, and see where it takes us. Scary!
And speaking of the next chapter, it looks like plans are changing. After spending three days at the University of Chicago, learning about the program and grad schools in general, we've decided that we're going to spend next year (not to mention all and more of our money) in Chicago, so Mike can get his master's from U of C. I'm going to try and get a job of some sort there for a year, to pay some of the bills. After that year, we'll move down to Champaign and I'll pick up my deferral, and my scholarship as well. Mike will get a job there for part of a year, and work on getting into the doctoral program at UIUC for the next year, and then we'll be there for a few years while we do school. I'm not looking forward to living in Chicago at all. Cities scare me, and I'll have to give up the faithful old Boat of Car, which would never survive in Chicago, but would've been nice in Champaign. Plus we don't know exactly where we're going to live. University of Chicago owns all the apartments around itself, and assigns them almost at random to its grad students. It almost makes me want to cry to think of the kind of apartment we could get in Champaign for what we'll shell out for a little rathole in Hyde Park...
But oh well. I've been over all these things a million times in my head, but it doesn't change anything. Being married is about working together to make sure you both get what you want. My dream will wait a year for me. If he doesn't take this opportunity, I don't know when one like it will come along. So we'll make the big leap, and see where it takes us. Scary!
