Beginning grad school

I don't have much time to write this. I'm writing it because I've felt disconnected from this important part of my life--this anonymous outlet for my feelings and thoughts.

Since I've been in grad school, I haven't had a lot of time to do stuff. By stuff, I mean stuff I normally had time to do, like read, hang out with friends, play PS4, watch TV, spend all day on the internet. This is good.

Going to the same place I did my undergrad stirs an occasional mixture of nostalgia in my gut once in a while. For instance, walking past the baseball field reminds me of the evenings Ana and I would walk by there on our way to the parking lot. Or, whenever I happen to see the big second-floor windows in the student center, I look also at the jacaranda across the way, and am reminded of the time I helped her prepare for an important presentation during a rainstorm--back when that jacaranda was in bloom.

I've been thinking of the future as well. As I sit in the library, I dream of the graduation ceremony two years from now where I'll be presented with a Master's degree.

That excites me. And the thought of moving abroad to teach English after graduation excites me as well. I haven't told you or anybody yet, but I'm looking to leave the country after I get my degree for an extended period of time of teaching abroad. That's another dream that keeps me afloat.

I'll continue writing here, naturally. By this time, I'm too far invested to quit now. All my most intimate thoughts and feelings have been recorded here (and some not so intimate, not so important); who I was can be found here, and I think there are even traces of who I'm yet to become.

How long has it been? 5 years? And how long will it go on? Another 5 years?

We'll see.