Monosaccharides, a weigh in, and a cottage.
The following blog post was from last week. I am planning on writing up this week's post, but I don't want to get too behind on the content, so I am posting it now. It kind of got put on the back burner with everything going on.
This week has been full of polypeptides, monosaccharides, prokaryotes and eukaryotes. In school, I had my first quiz in chemistry lab and first test in biology. Considering I knew none of the biology material before this week, I got it down pretty well. But unfortunately, when you are in a new class with a new teacher, it’s really hard to know exactly how to study. This test didn’t go my way. I passed, but by the skin of my teeth, and for my program, I need to get exemplary grades in my science classes. The good thing is that I know how to study from now on, and she drops the lowest grade. I also am completing all of the extra credit I can possibly do. The other good news is that I am finished with the microbiology part, for the most part.
Because of all the stress with school, I haven’t really been sticking to a good eating program. I’m not completely off the wagon, but I definitely have not been as diligent as the earlier months. It is evident that I am a stress eater, and anything that doesn’t go my way is an excuse in my mind to gorge. I’m down around 1 lb from last week, so it’s not a total fail but it is a battle currently. My vegetable intake is at the bare minimum.
Change for a person with anxiety, regardless of how good it is or how in control you are over it, is overwhelming. When I was younger, I used to be devastated when our family had to get a new car because it meant something in my life was changing. It was a deviation of my norm, and that spurred anxiety even in seven-year-old me. I am not getting a dog right now, if that’s what you’re thinking. I want to, but I don’t want to have so many changes in my life all at once. But I am moving into a single-family home with its own backyard. It is tiny; 28 ft² less than my current apartment, but it’s in a quiet neighborhood overlooking the lake. It has a postage stamp yard, but it is functional and is really cute. It has a washer dryer hook up right off of the kitchen, which means that I won’t have to lug all of laundry over my shoulder, down my stairs, outside my door, down the walkway, and around to my basement in order to do laundry. That, my friends, is very exciting to me. I think that may be a sign that I’m getting old, but who cares. It has a vaulted ceiling in the kitchen, overhead fans in every room, and a three season room off of the back. The flow is a little weird because there’s no hallway, so every room leads into the next. That was the biggest thing keeping me from saying yes for a little while. But I will be the only one living there, so it doesn’t really matter. It’s all wood floors, and I won’t have to worry about waking up my neighbors by getting homeat 9:30 at night and stomping up the stairs to my apartment. It’s closer to the barn, my work, and geographically closer to school. It’ll still take a long time to get to school, but less highway.
I think it will hit me hard once I start leaving my current apartment that this is a change. I know, I know. I brought this on myself. I feel like I’m always moving, which I kind of a.m. I’m always searching for something better, which I guess is a good quality in certain ways, because I apparently refuse to settle on second best, but at the same time, I hope to find a place both physically and mentally he where I will stay for a while comfortably and my life.
I’m guessing a lot of you are thinking that this is a lot to take on at once, and you’re right. I’m not doubting that it is, but I also know that this type of situation doesn’t come along very often. The new landlord is so nice and is completely open to me having a dog when I’m ready. It will make it a lot easier on me to have my own fenced in yard if/when I do decide it’s the right time to find my dog. At least then, I can let him or her out and know that they are safe without going down a flight of stairs and around the back of my house to the yard. Although technically I share my yard with my neighbors, I feel like they are the ones who actually have it. Their entrance is ground level and I always feel like an intruder when I’m back there. This new house does come with its drawbacks, as every situation would. I am losing the use of a dishwasher and will have to pay a bit more a month. But that thought of knowing that I am the only one on the property and will not have to worry about waking anyone up by walking too loud or getting home too late makes up for it. It will be sad to leave because this place is really cute and has certain finishes that my new place does not. My current landlords are the sweetest couple and never make me feel like I’m intruding when I have an issue. I’m very thankful for being fortunate enough to have great landlords in the past. I’m also really not looking forward to painting my whole apartment. And moving all my crap.
Wow. All I can say is wow. This week has been a roller coaster, for sure. I am no longer moving, at least not to the place that I thought I was. After talking to a few people who live near there, I found out that there is live music so loud near there in the summers that people can’t even watch their own TVs. A friend also helped me reevaluate whether the price tag is worth it for such a small space and something that I don’t absolutely love. I think I love the idea of having my own little place more than the actual house itself. So, after five or six hours after I told my landlords that I was moving, I had to text him again with my foot in my mouth. They took it in stride, and I am so thankful to have such great landlords. Right now, I’m almost mourning what could have been, but I know the reality of the situation is if I had moved, I probably would have regretted it. Not the actual move, but where I was moving to. For now, I’m going to keep my eyes open for the right situation and stay put any my little duplex. But five minutes to the barns and laundry on the same level really sounded nice.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for reason. So there is a legitimate reason why I found out all this stuff before I moved and before my landlord even saw the first text. About an hour after I called the other landlord saying a bullshit excuse about my lease not being up yet, I found a listing for the same house for $250 less and that was posted three hours before I called him saying that I can’t have the house. Something is just overall fishy.
I kept all of the paragraphs in because, well, I figured it would make more sense to do so. Onto the next.
This week has been full of polypeptides, monosaccharides, prokaryotes and eukaryotes. In school, I had my first quiz in chemistry lab and first test in biology. Considering I knew none of the biology material before this week, I got it down pretty well. But unfortunately, when you are in a new class with a new teacher, it’s really hard to know exactly how to study. This test didn’t go my way. I passed, but by the skin of my teeth, and for my program, I need to get exemplary grades in my science classes. The good thing is that I know how to study from now on, and she drops the lowest grade. I also am completing all of the extra credit I can possibly do. The other good news is that I am finished with the microbiology part, for the most part.
Because of all the stress with school, I haven’t really been sticking to a good eating program. I’m not completely off the wagon, but I definitely have not been as diligent as the earlier months. It is evident that I am a stress eater, and anything that doesn’t go my way is an excuse in my mind to gorge. I’m down around 1 lb from last week, so it’s not a total fail but it is a battle currently. My vegetable intake is at the bare minimum.
Change for a person with anxiety, regardless of how good it is or how in control you are over it, is overwhelming. When I was younger, I used to be devastated when our family had to get a new car because it meant something in my life was changing. It was a deviation of my norm, and that spurred anxiety even in seven-year-old me. I am not getting a dog right now, if that’s what you’re thinking. I want to, but I don’t want to have so many changes in my life all at once. But I am moving into a single-family home with its own backyard. It is tiny; 28 ft² less than my current apartment, but it’s in a quiet neighborhood overlooking the lake. It has a postage stamp yard, but it is functional and is really cute. It has a washer dryer hook up right off of the kitchen, which means that I won’t have to lug all of laundry over my shoulder, down my stairs, outside my door, down the walkway, and around to my basement in order to do laundry. That, my friends, is very exciting to me. I think that may be a sign that I’m getting old, but who cares. It has a vaulted ceiling in the kitchen, overhead fans in every room, and a three season room off of the back. The flow is a little weird because there’s no hallway, so every room leads into the next. That was the biggest thing keeping me from saying yes for a little while. But I will be the only one living there, so it doesn’t really matter. It’s all wood floors, and I won’t have to worry about waking up my neighbors by getting home
I think it will hit me hard once I start leaving my current apartment that this is a change. I know, I know. I brought this on myself. I feel like I’m always moving, which I kind of a.m. I’m always searching for something better, which I guess is a good quality in certain ways, because I apparently refuse to settle on second best, but at the same time, I hope to find a place both physically and mentally he where I will stay for a while comfortably and my life.
I’m guessing a lot of you are thinking that this is a lot to take on at once, and you’re right. I’m not doubting that it is, but I also know that this type of situation doesn’t come along very often. The new landlord is so nice and is completely open to me having a dog when I’m ready. It will make it a lot easier on me to have my own fenced in yard if/when I do decide it’s the right time to find my dog. At least then, I can let him or her out and know that they are safe without going down a flight of stairs and around the back of my house to the yard. Although technically I share my yard with my neighbors, I feel like they are the ones who actually have it. Their entrance is ground level and I always feel like an intruder when I’m back there. This new house does come with its drawbacks, as every situation would. I am losing the use of a dishwasher and will have to pay a bit more a month. But that thought of knowing that I am the only one on the property and will not have to worry about waking anyone up by walking too loud or getting home too late makes up for it. It will be sad to leave because this place is really cute and has certain finishes that my new place does not. My current landlords are the sweetest couple and never make me feel like I’m intruding when I have an issue. I’m very thankful for being fortunate enough to have great landlords in the past. I’m also really not looking forward to painting my whole apartment. And moving all my crap.
Wow. All I can say is wow. This week has been a roller coaster, for sure. I am no longer moving, at least not to the place that I thought I was. After talking to a few people who live near there, I found out that there is live music so loud near there in the summers that people can’t even watch their own TVs. A friend also helped me reevaluate whether the price tag is worth it for such a small space and something that I don’t absolutely love. I think I love the idea of having my own little place more than the actual house itself. So, after five or six hours after I told my landlords that I was moving, I had to text him again with my foot in my mouth. They took it in stride, and I am so thankful to have such great landlords. Right now, I’m almost mourning what could have been, but I know the reality of the situation is if I had moved, I probably would have regretted it. Not the actual move, but where I was moving to. For now, I’m going to keep my eyes open for the right situation and stay put any my little duplex. But five minutes to the barns and laundry on the same level really sounded nice.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for reason. So there is a legitimate reason why I found out all this stuff before I moved and before my landlord even saw the first text. About an hour after I called the other landlord saying a bullshit excuse about my lease not being up yet, I found a listing for the same house for $250 less and that was posted three hours before I called him saying that I can’t have the house. Something is just overall fishy.
I kept all of the paragraphs in because, well, I figured it would make more sense to do so. Onto the next.
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