Unpacking it All: A PhD Journal

These coding aspects are going to kill me. Ever have total confidence in yourself to do something seemingly innocuous but then completely fail when you actually try? That's how I've felt about GitHub and markdown. It should be SO easy, but it is taking me way longer than I anticipated. Not to mention that it's been over a month and I'm starting to feel guilty about how many boxes are still sitting in the living room. It's as if we moved in just yesterday. I feel really bad because my roommate has been so understanding, but there's got to be a point when it's too much. Til then, I'm just trying to keep my head above water.

So this is gonna be a little harder than I thought. I just got home from a weekend in Atlanta for DragonCon! It was my first convention ever, and I had a great time (for the most part). We'll ignore the parts that weren't fun. I sincerely thought I was going to be able to balance doing the whole PhD thing and life, but this has been a lot harder than my MA. I had a discussion board due with some reading and I just...couldn't. I hardly got it done, and whatever I did turn in was not my best by any means. We'll have to do some adjusting.

Today is moving day. Damn, am I tired.  I brought the cats yesterday and then flew back home to drive the truck up this morning. Exhausted is putting it mildly. I've been trying to get myself to unpack these boxes. We moved all of the big stuff inside--barely, might I add. Anthony was supposed to come and help today, but he never answered his phone. I was counting on him; I'm not very useful considering my knee and my lack of upper body strength. Nevertheless, the hard part is done...I guess.  The next step is taking all of these damn things out and putting them away. I've never really liked unpacking. It feels so overwhelming to have to find a home for every little thing, especially when all of those little things used to live in a big house, and now you live in a 1000 sq foot apartment.   Things look a little different these days. No fiance, no "home." I mean, I guess this is home now, but it certainly doesn't feel like it. But ultimately, I'm excited...