I will be a college professor.

6 days from now I will be going crazy hoping I have all my shit together.

We're not moving to California anymore. When we realized we'd have to take out 70,000 a year in loans to sustain the kind of life we live now (which is in no way a grand lifestyle but a very very frugal one) we could just not justify the move. Of course the move itself was also going to cost us 5-6 grand we didn't have too.

The good news, however, is that both the Math department (for Chris) and the English Department at WVU agreed to still consider our applications. The application deadline was back in January so you can understand how gracious a move that was. Both department accepted us into their programs and I still have a fighting chance at getting a teaching position which will pay my tution and grant me a living stipend. They gave the TA (teaching) positions away back in March, but the director said I was more than qualified and if a class opened up it was mine.

We were disapointed of course to wind up back at WVU but the fact of the matter is we have formed relationships with the professors, we know who to avoid in research and who to join up with. We are here for our MA only. we're going to try to publish, publish, publish, and apply out again for PhD programs.

We also already have Kayleb registered into Kindergarten and we already have a babysitter we trust for Sebastian. we have state medical insurance and we know our living means. We even made a couple of friends in the few months before school ended that we can now let grow.

Staying in WV is so much easier than leaving it right now.

and it goes without saying that my mother was simply thrilled with this news.

So now instead of packing up the house I'm "moving in" We've been here a year and a half but had never gotten comfortable as we expected just to leave again. But now with another two years ahead of us we're really working on getting settled and making this place a home.

so I may make a come back to livejournal.

I'm unemployed, graduated, and not quite sure where my life is headed. Seems a good time to start putting thoughts down again. It would at least pass a few extra minutes. Chris would rest better knowing I'm not using all my free time thinking up more stuff I want/need him to do around the house...

No promises, despite this being a post itself, that I will continue. But, I'm considering the idea of bringing LJ back into my life.

I'm not deleting it because its still a journal I have kept. However, I am considering this the last hypothetical page.

Fall semester starts Aug 20. This is important because:
- it's my last semester.
- I have a shit load to do and to write in my classes and may lose all traces that are left of my sanity

and because Chris and I have to :
- retake the GRE
- figure out what schools we want to go to/can afford (in the process)
- make connections with professors at those schools
- write kick ass personal statements
- dish out large sums in graduate applications (probably around 1,200 total)
- wait for acceptance letters
- make choices that will impact the rest of our lives
- Gradute
- Move
- Start over

so, ya know, that's what I'll be up to from now to December when I may or may no update again.

I want these

When i first looked through the house we now live in, I fell in love. The house was huge. Plenty of room for the boys to run and play. A really big kitchen that I pictured all of us eating in and laughing and talking. Kitchy family stuff. ya know? Plus it was an old house with awesome woodwork around the doorways, lots of closet space. And it was cheap.

But, as the saying goes (and they wouldnt become old sayings if they didnt hold true most of the time) if it's too good to be true, it probably is. The house that looked good was actually rotting and falling apart. There are termites, and mice, and spiders galore. Infestations. There are pipes that leak and cause the basement to grow mold...right where the furance is. The floors give you splinters because they are so old and cracking. The sink never worked right at all in the kitchen and frequently sprayed burning water at the user. And so forth. All these problems would be livable if the landlords cooperated to get them fixed, but they don't.

Beyond all that, Chris and I are sick of the commute from school/work to home. It takes an hour out of our day each way. So each day we lost two hours to the commute that we would rather be spending with kayleb and Sebastian. It's hard waking up and dropping your children off right before 7Am only to get home, feed them, bathe them, and put them to bed. We were getting very minimal time with them and that hurts both of us. It's emotional frustration that infiltrates every other aspect of being. We need to see our children more. Everything else was just a catalyst to facilitate that need.

So we're moving to morgantown, just a few miles from the school. There are more activities here for the boys. More places to shop than walmart. There are more activities for Chris and I as well. More social interaction.

It's still a step for me to leave grafton. I had comforts there. Support. But its not like I'll be far from those comforts and new comforts will formulate in morgantown.

We'll keep our same cell phone numbers. I can give the address to those who want it.

Things are busy here. Christmas was great. New Years was memorable. Classes have started again. And, this weekend, the Joyce Tuggle family is moving to Morgantown. So we've been excessively busy trying to pack up our house in the midst of our always busy everyday life. I'm hoping after the next few weekends things will settle back into some form of new routine in which I can breath again and check in and talk to people more.

I tried to upload a bunch, but was having tech difficulties. This is the only one that worked!



I'll upload more tonight if I can.