You read it here first. This girl, who I've uncharacteristically fallen completely in love with, was supposed to head off to grad school in Illinois in a few weeks. This was tragic news, the worst thing to happen to love since the Spears/Federline coupling. But, it was the way of the world and we came to terms with it, agreeing to stay in touch and see each other whenever.
One thing you need to know about this girl is that she's a genius. She's not just book smart, she has a really keen ability to apply that knowledge and tackle abstract concepts. It's why she skipped a grade and why she was finishing college early. As a result, she would have been the youngest person in her grad program (She turned 20 in June). She was sort of freaked about this and I half-jokingly told her, "Well, you could always defer and come live under my kitchen table". And, well. Now she is. Not under the table of course, but she is deferring and moving in.
We both think it's a good move, obviously. If she's panicky about grad school, maybe it's important to do the 9-5 thing, to find out what the alternative feels like. It helped me get my ass in gear, so. My parents were shocked by the news, as they always are, but they're pretty used to my coming home with some kind of bomb in my pocket ("Oh, hey guys. I need to borrow, like. $1200. I signed a lease!") and I'm on my own, so it's not like they can say No, anyway. Her family is mostly supportive, maybe a 75/25% split. The 25 view me as some kind of greasy Svengali luring their golden child away from the promised land and into some den of inequity. Her step mother called me yesterday (When I was TRASHED) to give me 20 questions and then some. I did okay considering, but it was deeply confrontational.
Anyway. Life is crazy, yeah?
