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Funny how the time goes ...
Jan. 8th, 2014 01:19 amSo once again, it's been a while. I had actually sort of forgotten that I had this journal, but here I am again, years later, and looking at the last couple of entries ... god, I was so fucking hopeful. So full of the idea that Colonial Williamsburg was the best idea, the best place for me, and most importantly, that they gave a shit about real history. And maybe, in some department, they do, but not one I've been in. And one of the few people who actually did give a shit has resigned, and is in New York now. Which leaves me stranded here. Thing is, this is the person who was trying to get me into a better position there, into research and possibly collections, and now ... he's running another museum, in a town where once upon a time I went to school.
There's really, really nothing for me here, aside from a few friends I've made in the last 3.5 years, and frankly, much as I love them, they're not really going to be able to keep me here. The house, however, might, seeing as we have a mortgage now.
I'm in school now, though, which means in a year and a half (barring unforseen difficulties) I'll be a librarian, and trained in all sorts of useful things. New semester starts at the end of the week, and I honestly can't wait. It's my escape plan, to be honest, and is just about the only thing keeping me sane these days. Up this time: Information systems, library management, and ... one other. Don't remember. I'm going to go part time at work -- they don't know this yet -- or possibly quit altogether. The school loans are the same amount I make in a year, and that's the disbursement. Kind of pathetic, really, but whatever. I don't honestly contribute much, so it's not like we'll be losing much. And given the amount of stress the last semester put on me, my health, my marriage, and everything else, I don't think I can survive two years of full time school and full time work, not when I'm going to take summer classes as well. It's more economically sound to take more classes at once and finish sooner than it is to take the minimum and pay for more years.
Really, I just want to get the fuck out of Virginia.
There's really, really nothing for me here, aside from a few friends I've made in the last 3.5 years, and frankly, much as I love them, they're not really going to be able to keep me here. The house, however, might, seeing as we have a mortgage now.
I'm in school now, though, which means in a year and a half (barring unforseen difficulties) I'll be a librarian, and trained in all sorts of useful things. New semester starts at the end of the week, and I honestly can't wait. It's my escape plan, to be honest, and is just about the only thing keeping me sane these days. Up this time: Information systems, library management, and ... one other. Don't remember. I'm going to go part time at work -- they don't know this yet -- or possibly quit altogether. The school loans are the same amount I make in a year, and that's the disbursement. Kind of pathetic, really, but whatever. I don't honestly contribute much, so it's not like we'll be losing much. And given the amount of stress the last semester put on me, my health, my marriage, and everything else, I don't think I can survive two years of full time school and full time work, not when I'm going to take summer classes as well. It's more economically sound to take more classes at once and finish sooner than it is to take the minimum and pay for more years.
Really, I just want to get the fuck out of Virginia.
