Alive

HI!

I’m alive.

Just so very busy.

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You know that Taylor Swift song about being twenty-two (which, by the way, I swear I was just like five and a half days ago) that talks about being happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time? I completely understand the clashing of all the feelings. Grad school is engulfing and mesmerizing and terrible and terrific at the same time.

I had a study session with a few of my fellow students at our regular coffee spot on Friday. Jake called me an ass for snatching an econ paper before he was done reading it and we all laughed and then I devoured a banana chocolate chip muffin. It was all very Friends goes to grad school.

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In other news, my little redhead will be two in April and my husband turned thirty-three this month. This time stuff, y’all. It seems like days ago Bryn was just a bean in my stomach. I clearly remember when Robby was just a youthful lad of twenty-five. Except, at the time, I thought he was SO incredibly old. I turn twenty-seven next month and it’s a little scary knowing exactly how ancient nineteen-year-olds think I am. I find comfort in the fact that Robby is currently thirty-three and SO incredibly old.

Also, I bought a bike.

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I feel young and old and sleepy and inspired and lucky and alive, at the same time.

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling (almost) twenty-seven.