Where, oh where, has my summer gone?

So, it's August 25, and classes start tomorrow, and I'm still unpacking my apartment, and I miss C. Clearly, summer is over. Really over. 

In good news, I have cable and wireless up and running. In bad news, still no furniture to speak of: I'm sitting (as anticipated) in my folding camp chair in front of the TV, Macbook on my lap, feet on a box. I hope to do the major furniture purchasing this Sunday, so this place will feel more like a home and less like I'm camping out. 

So, expect phone calls from me, all y'all. With luck, I'll be so busy, I won't be able to keep moping about. And eating too much. (Remember that too skinny problem? All gone. And then some. Ahem.)

Falling Into Place

C. (formerly known as TWIS, or "This Woman I'm Seeing") and I drove up to the Thousand Islands on Tuesday and stayed over, then to my soon-to-be-hometown in scenic Northern New York on Wednesday to check out my new apartment complex. We walked through a semi-vacant unit (they're all identical, so it was helpful), and all looks good. Imagine that: a place that looks exactly like the website represents it. Amazing. And we walked over the footbridge over the river to campus, and it's a beautiful walk. I imagine many mornings I'll be booking it to get to class on time, so not necessarily enjoying the water or the trees, but still. Gorgeous. And good to know I'll be getting my daily exercise, either walking or biking to school five days a week.

C. and I continue to enjoy each other's company, and plan to for the foreseeable future. But since she doesn't read my blog, or any blogs for that matter, nor otherwise waste her time online, I won't be blogging about it. So if you want to know more, well, email or call. That's all I'm sayin'.

Apropos of nothing, I got my hair highlighted on Tuesday. Um, I say "highlighted," but really, bleached. I'm blonde, baby. The cut is fabulous, but I'm still a bit overwhelmed by the blonde-ness of it all. My roommate (whose fashion sense I trust) and academom (whom I trust not to lie to me) both like it a lot, so I think I'll just have to adjust. Maybe I just need to be a wee bit tanner.

Of course, now Middle Sister and I look more alike again...we might even fool folks into believing we' re really blondes. Really smart blondes.

This Long and Winding Road...

...that leads who the hell knows where...

Well, not quite totally unknown. I took a job in what folks around here call The North Country. It's a tenure-track job at a state school that has traditionally offered two-year agricultural and technical programs, but is moving more and more to four-year-degrees, though none yet in the humanities. I'm really impressed by the faculty and administrators I've met, as well as the great students, and I like their attitude toward writing.

And, clearly they liked mine. So there you are.

So, I'll be moving northward this summer, and I'm really looking forward to living within walking distance of campus. The search for an apartment has just started, but signs are good--it's even cheaper to live there than here, so I'll be able to have a good-sized place all to myself.

What, you may ask, does this mean for me and the GF? Well, it offered a time to reassess and ask ourselves what we really wanted. And, what I wanted didn't gibe with what she wanted. So, another twist in the road. I'm working through my seven stages of grief (chocolate is one of those, right?), but when my head is clear I know this really is for the best.

That's when my head is clear.