to say quickly, how I am
I am tired, and happy.  Work is busy busy.  I am taking the GREs in less than two weeks.  I am moving on July 1, into a new apartment, as yet hypothetical, with my friends Mel and Alex.  This as-yet-to-be-discovered apartment will be full of people, and food, and NPR, and giggling fits.  So many good things.  I have no idea what I am doing, about work, or how long I am going to stay, or any of that, but I am telling myself it will work out.  I want to be here, I want to live with my friends, and maybe when things calm down I can devote myself to a job search.  Or maybe I will just hold out where I am a couple extra months, and leave a little later to travel.

My mom thinks I should take up Rawaan's offer and move to Dubai, and get a job in journalism, where I can gather experience, and become a Middle East correspondent, and then spend the rest of my life traveling and writing.  Which sounds pretty good to me.  (Though she also wants me to move to Portland, so there's some kind of internal dissonance...or just what she wants for me, and what she wants for herself, which is understandable - and of course I want both too, to be here and gone.)

My weekends are full from now until late July.  With wonderful things, so wonderful (besides the GRE).  Concerts.  Dinners.  The Talent Show (oh oh oh baby).  Travel.  Rawaan.  Many other visitors.  Camping.  Moving.  This summer is going to go so quickly.  It feels almost over already.  If I take a deep breath, it will be September.