The Age Old Connundrum

I always have too much to do or not enough. Or I have a lot of stuff that must eventually get done, but that I can't reasonably put on a to-do list and check off like most other tasks (i.e. create a reading list, choose an advisory committee or write a dissertation.)

One step at a time, one step at a time.

I did get a lot checked off today, though. I'm pleased with my progress.

Things are starting to coalesce. Paid rent for my apartment, reserved a U-Haul, made hotel reservations for the first few days after my arrival in GA, paid my last bit of rent for storage of all my stuff before I ship it on out. My answer used to be, "Uh, beginning of August sometime," but now my answer is definite. Specific. August 7th.

I started getting excited looking at the classes I might be taking: Issues of Race, Class and Gender, Hispanic Thought, Narrative Discourses, Survey of Literary and Cultural Theories and Criticism, Topics in Afro-Hispanic Identity. The nerd center of my brain is getting fired up, baby!

I will admit to a teeny tiny worry: church. God, please let me find a good one. Not a podunk one (bless their hearts), but one that's vibrant, growing, multicultural, and has at least a few 20 and 30somethings I can relate to. Atlanta's a big city nearby, but it's at least an hour and a half away. Don't make me have to do that every Sunday. I mean, I know some people from a couple of churches in ATL, so I wouldn't mind visiting every once in a while for fellowship, but (sigh) we'll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.