I move out of my dorm room and into my friend's apartment on Wednesday. I'm pumped about having a real apartment, though I'll be without internet or TV, and most of my friends will have left by then, which is a little frightening. I'm sure I'll figure out something to do...maybe read or something crazy. As little stuff as I have, I'm still not looking forward to moving. I think I'm going to start renting furnished apartments and have the minimum amount of books and decorations. Or just leave everything but clothes every time I move. In the last 7 1/2 years, I have done at least mini-moves (like going to Port Aransas or France) that involved a certain amount of packing and unpacking 11 times. This will be the 12th. Basta!
That being said, I found out I'm moving on to the interview stage of the job at HSBC, though I don't know when yet. I couldn't be happier. This is the job for me. Even more than the one in Rennes. As for the regular moving part of the job, that's where the only taking clothes comes in or I'll have enough money to hire movers. I want this, but at the same time, I'm trying to accept what the Universe brings me. I'm not feeling especially patient again :)
I went to Mons, Belgium last week to visit a friend, her husband, and their 5 week old baby. It was fantastic! The weather was kind of crappy; I had to wear a sweater, a fleece pullover thing, and a cardigan...in June!!!! The high on Saturday was around 60 with rain and wind. I can't get my head around it. I love all three of them though. I've known Danielle for a long time. We studied French together at UT, and it was nice to spend time with her and her super cute daughter that cries very little for a newborn. My favorite part was giving her a bath. She tried to drink the bath water! CUTE!!! Other than hanging out with the baby, we went to a couple bars (just me and her husband, Damien), to a couple restaurants (I ate ice cream that tasted like Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla!!!) to visit some of their friends, and to a going away party. Good times.
In sadder news, my grandmother died last Thursday. It was expected, and it was time. For me, I felt like I lost my grandmother last July after her stroke, so I wasn't especially sad. Mostly I felt bad for not being able to be with my mom, but my brother was there, so that reassured me. My friend's mom who has cancer is also still struggling. She needs to gain 8 pounds in the next 2 weeks to be eligible for chemo. For anyone who is reading this, please send prayers or positive thoughts or whatever you do their way. Another friend's mom is also not doing so well. More than anything, I'm concerned about how she's going to deal with it all. Positive thoughts for her are also appreciated.