One day ends . . . · 12:12am May 16th, 2015
. . . and the next isn't quite ready to begin. (It's okay, Celestia, you can sleep in.)
As of tonight, I've left my first job, excluding summer work and part-time jobs during the school year. This August I'll be starting graduate school, in a field pretty strongly unrelated to what I've been doing these last two years, but until then . . . not much.
It's a strange feeling I'm experiencing now: not much of anything. It's an improvement compared to December 2012, when I last finished school and was looking for work. Then, the future was a source of immediate anxiety. Now, with the prospect of a return to a more familiar state, if one with a pretty distinct set of challenges from those I've faced before—moving from one discipline to another is less prominent in my awareness than the switch from primarily being a consumer-student to being a producer-researcher—and no threat of unemployment and all that goes with it, everything just seems less intense.
Oh well. I can always let the anticipation and the worries hit me later. Until then, I guess I'll just have to enjoy it.
And pack. That too.
Good luck.
Almost makes me want to go back to school. :O