Emotionally, I've been feeling like a yo-yo all weekend. I put this down to tiredness mostly. I started lectures again last week, and have had to adapt to a new routine. I have also had to pick up my juggling act once more, and learn to fit lectures, work hours, assignments, reading, and Spud into the small space of a week. I am already behind on my reading because my lecturer never sent me the reading list, and I didn't get to see it until my first lecture. This is frustrating because there are some pretty hefty texts on there.
However, I did receive a lift when I collected an assignment from last semester, and learned that I had achieved another first-class. This means I passed the module with a first-class overall. I am thrilled! The dissertation is also going well. It may not quite be writing itself, but it's certainly not the uphill struggle I envisaged. I have written 4,000 words in first draft, and I'm not far off the halfway mark.
I worked all day Saturday, and went straight on to Golden Girl's birthday meal. On Sunday I got up early for church, and then ran 7 miles afterwards. By the late afternoon I was exhausted, and feeling quite tearful. I was looking ahead and feeling quite overwhelmed by the coming months. I have so much to do, but I was also thinking about the move and the upheaval it will cause. Of course, I am not put off by this, and still anticipate it with much excitement, but I was contemplating all the goodbyes I will have to say during the months ahead. There are so many people that I'm going to miss. I think a part of me just wants to get the move over with so that I can settle into my new life, and overcome my silent fears that I won't find a job, or make friends. But still there's another, small, part of me that wants to cling to the present, and keep things just the way they are.