Busy busy

Despite my lack of posts, I've been quite busy!

I applied for the rest of my school funding through a private educational lender. I had butterflies in my stomach while I was doing it. Hey, it's a lot of money! My credit has been approved and I'm waiting for the paperwork.

I've been very busy at work now that golf season is in full swing (ha ha... nevermind).

I've been obsessed with watching Good Eats and finally got to try some recipes I've been craving. This past weekend, I made banana ice cream. Today, I made french onion soup and I swear, it was the best onion soup I've ever had. It wasn't watery, salty, and weak like a lot of the soups you have in fancy restaurants. This soup was rich and packed with deliciously caramelized onions. It was easy but took three hours to make.

It was so worth it.

A case of the Tuesdays

My coworker and I have determined that Tuesday, not Monday, is the worst day of the week. On Monday, you're refreshed from the weekend, so it's not so bad. Wednesday is hump day, so it's all coasting downhill from there. Thursday is pay day, with the anticipation of Friday. Friday is the end of the week and the beginning of the weekend. Tuesday is just... blah. Nothing special.

Pondering

I was bumming tonight and wound up watching "You've Got Mail" on TBS. I really like that movie because it has this great dialogue, and of course, New York City as a background for everything. It makes me look forward to living there. In fact, it makes me look forward to settling down.

For the past few years, since I started college, I feel as though I haven't really made a place home. The house I grew up in became less and less like home when I started developing into the person I am today. Apparently, who I am today is something terribly shameful to my parents, and I think they are embarrassed by me. When I came home after I graduated from college, I didn't even get to sleep in my own bedroom. I was shifted from bedroom to bedroom and I never unpacked my things from school. I felt very alone when I was in that house... alienated actually.

I've moved twice since I left my parents' house. I don't feel like settling down too deeply since I know I'm leaving in less than two months. Wow, I can't believe it's down to that small amount of time. Although I complain at work that the day is dragging, the week flies by and I find myself preparing for yet another week.

I think I'm ready to move on. I know it will be hard, but I think I'll be happy to have a home I love to be in.

Are you ready?

This week, I found out how much money I'll be taking out in loans for school, and it's not a pretty number. According to some very preliminary math, I'll be paying $2,000.00 per month on a ten year repayment plan when I finish school. I'd better get a damn good job.

Apartment hunting is becoming a very real thing. I'm deciding on whether to live in the city or in Hoboken. Personally, I'd rather be in New York. I've always wanted to live there for some period of time in my life.