I know I've been less than regularly present with you since I came here three years ago. You've had all these great community events and friend parties I couldn't attend. I'm really sorry. I wanted to be there. I got every e-vite and phone call, and expectantly flipped through my planner to write it in, only to realize I couldn't come. It got tiring, I know. Some of you stopped asking because I always said no. I wasn't making up excuses, I promise. I've improved a little over the last year, but that's just because I switched from working full-time to part-time. Here's the sweet stuff:
I am pleased to announce to you that I will finish college on December 18th, and I worked my last night AND weekend yesterday. It's almost over.
Come January, I won't have class till dark on Mondays and Wednesdays. I won't have to make the most of Friday nights because I won't have to work on Saturdays. I won't have to spend Sundays doing homework. I WILL be at your birthday party.
Want to go to lunch? No no, I'm not working the restaurant anymore, I want to meet you there and sit with you! See, I got a big-girl job! In an office! Nine to five!
Oh, it will be glorious.
I will have a routine. I will be able to afford a gym membership. I will "need" to go shopping. I will redecorate my room for the first time since I was 18. I will have the luxury of not going to work when I'm sick. I will get labor day off. I will sleep in on Saturdays. I will wear jeans to work on Fridays. I will go away for the weekend. I will read books for pleasure. I will not deplete my savings account at the beginning of every semester.
These are my blessings, and I'm counting them.