For the last few days I've watched the number of posts increase and was really looking forward to my 200th post, hoping it would be something hilarious and great, typical of a Marci post. I designed the following post in my head and then logged in and realized it was my 200th. Not quite what I was going for on this once in a lifetime occasion.
It's official. I'm not going to be an RA again next year. For about two weeks I've been trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing next year, not what I wanted to do next year. After spending a few hours at the temple in those two weeks I figured out what I was supposed to do, and it wasn't living in the dorms. Turns out I love my job and the people I work with... otherwise when I told my boss over the phone that I felt like I needed to be somewhere else next year I wouldn't have stared bawling. I couldn't talk about it for a while without crying, so I had to tell the Queen of America in an email. I knew that if I tried to tell her in person I would just die. Just hitting send on my email made me cry a little. When I talk to my friends/residents/family I don't cry, I get excited about the thought of living somewhere that doesn't have cinderblock, or 58 residents for me to watch over, someplace that maybe gets the mail delivered regularly unlike my mailman who I swear is holding my mail.
Now I have to figure out who to pass the Chastity Slide onto. I was planning on keeping it for myself so I haven't done much thinking. Perhaps I'll pass it onto Kelly who is an RA this year and is coming back next year. She may appreciate it.
I'm not sure yet where I'm going to live next year, I know where I want to go but I haven't been able to sign a contract yet. Turns out when you live somewhere other than the dorms you have to pay a deposit and at least one months rent... that kind of makes me miss the dorms already, and I haven't even moved out yet. I'm hoping that the IRS process my taxes way soon and send me my refund so I can get a contract before the place I want to live fills up.
I'm not going to put on here where I want to live next year... but if you want to know, call me. I'll tell you, I just don't feel like it being on the internet for all to read.
4 comments:
200 Blogs, huh? That is a terrific record! And to think it talks about emailing the Queen of America so that you don't cry and blubber to her~~~~I think that's great. I probably have not blogged even 50 times--where is the count noted? I need to see that on my blogspot! Love you, Mom
200! man that's insane! i hope you get your tax return soon! i already got mine and you filed before me. maybe you should tracj down your mailman especially if you haven't recieved your letter from the central building!
Good move to be anonymous; the internet isn't a place for specifics of that sort - you are quite right.
I am sure you're doing the right thing Marci; hard as it is. Change is hard, but the new adventures waiting for you are going to be fabulous too.
Congrats on your 200th post! If I ever stop "spring cleaning" mine out I might actually make it there some day too. ;)
Your sister helped me with the life after RA stuff. I suppose she could help you too, but not in the same way as she's already married. Good luck with finding life outside of Heritage Halls. I will always treasure the many memories forged there.
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