I have decided to move.
No, it won’t happen anytime soon. I just decided that I don’t like it here anymore. It’s true what they say; it really is too small. But I am sensible enough (just barely, mind you) to realize that in little over a year I’ll have to choice of either continuing where I am in the hopes of sitting from my BPS exam or moving on and trying my hand at something different.
Call me crazy, but I’m actually leaning toward different at the moment.
And I’m just barely sensible enough to realize that should I move now that could mean having to move twice in as many years. Or, to be more honest, that means that it would be much more likely that I wouldn’t move on to something else even if I really wanted to just because it would mean moving yet again, only one year later.
Yes, I am a petty, selfish, silly little girl, but all my efforts towards the contrary do not seem to be getting me anywhere.
Nevertheless, I have decided to move!
At least I’ll have plenty of time to pack. ;)
Why the sudden decision, (if not sudden action), you may ask. It was silly really. AnhMai wanted to read my book Interpreting the Medical Literature and while I am trying to be less clingy with my belongings, this newfound kindness is not (yet) extended to my books (my most valuable of possessions). However, all hope was not lost, for I first read this book back in school for a literature evaluation course and had a totally illegal photocopy of the book filed away somewhere.
This, I was willing to part with.
And so began the great search. Now, as you may be able to guess, I have a metric ton worth of notes and printouts from school and I have kept them all. (Insert evil cackle: Mwahahaha). Currently they are not filed the way I would prefer, but rather are in green hanging folders in box after box after box after box scattered about the apartment.
But I would rather that they were in neat, labeled, black folders (I keep the black folder business alive—I have a massive amount of black folders—damn near a hundred already—each neatly labeled with a white tag, the subject mattered denoted in my own stiff hand, always with the same pen. I’m not neurotic; I just like to keep things uniform).
Once, AnhMai asked me where something was, and not thinking I told her to look in the black folder. Three of them came flying at my head. Umm-hmmm.
Anyway, getting back to the point, that particular filing system requires more space than I currently have, the aforementioned folders already overflowing from the bookshelves and under the bed.
So, I’ve decided to get a new apartment. This time with at least two rooms so that one can be my designated library.
And just thinking of it makes me excited. :) Squeeeeeeeee!
Ahem, well, pardon me. ;)