The calendar switches and everything changes. No longer are the events "next month" or "August" or anything other than "now."
I start grad school two weeks from today. It’s been a year since I decided I wanted to do this; ten months since taking the first step (the GRE); 8 months since I applied; six months since acceptance; and five months since I’ve known where I’m going. All that tedious waiting, and now I feel like there’s not enough time.
But I know exactly why that is. When the goal is far enough away, it’s acceptable to just dream about, focusing on the positives it will bring. As it gets closer and the obstacles become clear, though, action is required. Now, in the home stretch, I have to do everything that had to wait until now.
It’s not optimism–it’s arrogance–but shit tends to work out. They always do. Seventeen days from now I hope to be set. I’ll be done with the rental truck. I’ll be done with my first set of meetings. I’ll have a weekend of peace before the grind starts. The best thing about the move, I think, is that I can focus all my anxiety on it instead of school itself, so that I’ll be ready to hit it when it’s time.
Which is good. Classes start in three weeks.