The Only Thing Left...

 

Well, not quite yet time to polish off the gin... but we are almost finished unpacking.  It has taken six days to get down to the last boxes.  Six days, people!  I don't know if that is good, or bad, or what, but I do know that I need to get polished.  I look like I've been at war with our new house.  I think I have bumped into every single item of furniture we own and tripped over at least half the boxes (plus Mable, who tries to get my attention by standing in front of my legs while I am carrying a box). I am covered in bruises, scratches and mosquito bites.  I'm not even going to describe my feet.  (Moving in flip flops?  Bad idea.  But what if it is 100 degrees?  Still a bad idea.)  Right now my idea of heaven is a place where one can get a manicure, pedicure, haircut and massage for five dollars (tip included).  That, and my friends... plus a little, tiny drop of gin. :)

That's That.

Well, to be honest, I don't really know where to begin.  

Maybe with a photo?  That usually sets things off...

Wait, nevermind.  I'm going to rely on my literary skills alone now that I am a graduate with an English degree.  

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

When I found out a year and a half ago that I got into UGA, I was in the hospital.  The doctors thought that I might need lapariscopic surgery and wouldn't let me eat a single crumb all day.  So I sat in the hospital bed, a little drugged up, staring at the T.V. listening to my stomach growl.  No fun.  At the time, we didn't have health insurance either, so we were praying really hard that I wouldn't need surgery.  God answered our prayer, and the doctor came in and said I didn't need the surgery - and what's better - I could eat!  So I sent John to an undisclosed location to retrieve my undisclosed craving... (okay, it was Schlotsky's).  When he came back to my hospital room he was carrying a large bag of food and a large envelope.

It was my acceptance envelope.  And my sandwich.  I couldn't have been happier.  Actually I started to cry, and for a few minutes I didn't think I would stop.  I was so scared I wouldn't get in, so scared to have surgery, and then poof! No more fear, only relief.

John has a very awkward photo of me in the hospital gown, crying, holding my acceptance envelope with the hand that has an I.V.  I was so excited.  

Anyway.  Now I feel the same way, that it is all over, and I had so many anxious dreams of failing classes or sleeping in on the morning of an exam.  Then, all the sudden, there weren't any more exams.  And that's the best feeling... no more fear... only relief.

I can't thank you enough for all the support and encouragement you've given me!  You are the best, and that's that.