Can we just talk please?

I hate when I call boyfriend when I don't feel well.  Perhaps it is that I am not contributing much to the conversation, but it always seems like these calls have endless breaks in conversation.  I called because I wanted you to tell me about your day, not because I wanted to sit with the phone against my ear feeling like crap and hearing nothing.  I always end up feeling worse than I did before calling.

Can't we move together?

Last night I had trouble falling asleep because of my anxiety and that fact that my anxiety medication and I have not been in the same state for several days due to an error in packing. I started thinking about the logistics of moving this summer and freaked out.


Boyfriend has a job through the end of July, and needs to stay in our current place until around the first week of August.  Orientation for school starts the second week of August, and I would like to be moved in and settled by then.  We had discussed me moving in early July so that I could get the apartment set up and adjust to the new location before I started school.


As I started thinking about it, I realized that it is not going to work out.  I would be willing to sleep on an air mattress and go without most of my stuff until he moves so that he can keep using things.  However, it would defeat the purpose of me moving early to get the apartment ready if all of my belongings were still in at the old place.  I also can't ask him to go without a bed and other essential furniture and kitchen items for a month when he'll be doing 40+ hours of physical labor a week.  Another option would be to hire a moving company twice, but this move is already going to cost upwards of six thousand which will be totally paid for by student loans. 


I also started freaking out about my poor kitten and how he will be moved.  The easiest would probably be to fly him, so that he'll only be crated for about four hours instead of over 24 hours.  I also think that I will go crazy if listen to his crying for the entire trip by car.  In the logical side of my head I know that everything will work out just fine.  Unfortunately, the medicine deprived part is overpowering the logical and making me seriously freak out.

Dear Students,

I no longer wish to read and grade what you are passing off as papers for my class.  I did not realize I had to tell college students that they cannot cite the dictionary or SparkNotes as a source, silly me.

New York vs. Iowa.

Friday mornings I usually sleep in.  Last Friday, I woke up early because my phone was ringing.  Columbia was calling and they want me at their medical school.  

Of course I am super pumped about getting into my dream school.  I've wanted to go to Columbia since I was in high school.  However, now all the doubt is creeping in.  I'm getting worried about making such a huge environmental change.  I'm nervous about the high cost of living and the resultant debt.  I'm sad that I'll only get to see my family once or twice a year.  I'm also scared of making the wrong choice.

Both Iowa and Columbia have re-visit days in April.  Hopefully that will help either reinforce the fact that I want to be at Columbia or make me realize that I don't. 

At the moment, I wish boyfriend would stop being such a nice guy and just tell me where we should go.