I think I am growing up.
The thought makes me shudder. But I think it is true.
Another semester has come to an end and the summer session is lying in wait ready to pounce on me on Tuesday. It will be four weeks of intensive teaching, but then I am done. Only to begin another summer job - this time as a freelance anthropologist. I'll be hanging out at a psychiatric institution. That is probably as much as I can say for now.
I have other research projects I will be working on too. And there is the book manuscript that is haunting me.
Moreover, we will be moving this summer. We are still not sure where, but certainly out of the city and out of this building. We may be purchasing a home. That thought is overwhelming and it leaves me a little stunned. It sure sounds so very grown up.
Although I am so very ready to leave this place, the thought of the actual process makes me oh so anxious.
To top things off, I have had an adventure with an endodontist trying to get a root canal. But that is a story for another day.