Project Fail and Changes to Come

So, I obviously failed with this whole reading every day for fun business. Oops. Oh well. After spending a couple of hours a day at the Writing Center reading papers and time reading, writing, and editing my thesis, and reading for my research assignments, I really couldn't handle much more reading even for fun. AND Walden was not so fun. I get that it's important, but its too much like something I would read for a paper or class or something. I really do need something purely entertaining for my evening reading. I am currently rereading the last Harry Potter book so I'll be all ready for the final movie when it comes out in about two weeks. I absolutely adore books about fantasy lands like that. I would give anything to be part of Harry Potter world, as I so often refer to it. My dad even said "You'd be Voldemort?" and I said "You know, if I could be part of Harry Potter world, then yes." I know it's dreadful for I would be, in a sense, ruining it, but I would be a part of it. Also, I've been reading and watching Harry Potter for about ten years. These people are like that second family you run to when you're tired of your own life and its demands. I could pop in a Harry Potter movie or start rereading a book and feel comforted by these folks I have grown with. I don't know what I'll do when there is no longer even a new movie to look forward to. At least when the books were over I had the movies to mark the passage of time with.

In other news, I will be defending my thesis, "Ties that Bind: Thomas Jefferson and the Utility of Education," in less than a week! I'm nervous, excited, terrified, anxious, and relieved all at once. I can't wait for it all be over. I feel so great, like I've really accomplished something. TJ and I have made it this far and hopefully his spirit will descend into conference room 4413 and move my committee members to pass me. And then tell me he would like to buy me a celebratory glass of wine or something...whatevs :O)

Finally, the big move to Kentucky is upon me. I have a month left in Kalamazoo, then a week back home and then I'll be on my way to becoming a southerner...I'm excited for this. I'm excited about meeting new people and living in a new apartment, in a better community, and in a new town and state. I'll have new things to see and do, but I'm the kind of person who is, actually, quite attached to my roots. It will be the farthest I've lived from home. I'll miss all of the wonderful people I've met in Kalamazoo, and I'm tired of making friends for a short period of time and then leaving them. Boo to that. I also feel like I'm betraying my Michigan roots for some reason. I've always felt a great attachment to the state, its history, its landscape, even its ridiculous weather. Michiganders, I feel, are a very unique people, we have some kind of bond to the land other Michiganders we've never even met. Well, I should move on before I get too into feelings and the like haha.