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This week has re-defined "busy" for me. Although, I must say that I did an awful lot of random useless internet surfing this week. For the most part, I was extraordinarily busy. I read more papers this week than in the last three weeks combined, plus I wrote a crapload of stuff. I wrote my research proposal for the NSF grant last night (grah, three hours of sleep) and turned it in to my class, so I guess now I should worry about the other parts of the grant application. Like, what happened to my recommenders? And, do I really have to write a stupid personal statement? It's like applying to grad school all over again, except with fewer benefits....
Despite the insanity, it's been a good week. I don't know how I ended up here, but I must be extraordinarily lucky. I love everything I'm doing, and I love the lab I'm rotating in, so even though I have waaaay too much stuff on my plate, I'm happy. I'm lonely as hell, but I'm happy. I like what I'm doing and I like where my life is going. And maybe in a year, I'll have a really amazing group of friends here in New Haven. So it's all very good.
I still miss Santa Cruz, but I'm slowly starting to realize that I'm an East Coaster now. I live somewhere with seasons. I live somewhere that requires me to own things that have long sleeves (damn California and its neglect in preparing me for this weather). I love the cold snappy feeling in the morning when I leave for lab. I love the rainstorms at night. I love that the trees change color here. Man, I'm so full of all this annoying childlike awe.
My mom sent me some pictures of my sister. She's huge! She looks like my stepdad. It's uncanny.
Despite the insanity, it's been a good week. I don't know how I ended up here, but I must be extraordinarily lucky. I love everything I'm doing, and I love the lab I'm rotating in, so even though I have waaaay too much stuff on my plate, I'm happy. I'm lonely as hell, but I'm happy. I like what I'm doing and I like where my life is going. And maybe in a year, I'll have a really amazing group of friends here in New Haven. So it's all very good.
I still miss Santa Cruz, but I'm slowly starting to realize that I'm an East Coaster now. I live somewhere with seasons. I live somewhere that requires me to own things that have long sleeves (damn California and its neglect in preparing me for this weather). I love the cold snappy feeling in the morning when I leave for lab. I love the rainstorms at night. I love that the trees change color here. Man, I'm so full of all this annoying childlike awe.
My mom sent me some pictures of my sister. She's huge! She looks like my stepdad. It's uncanny.
