Since I last blogged (over a year ago), there have been (quite obviously) some changes around the Savannah and this might help explain my absence! I ran the Marathon Relay and finished my 5K leg in about 30 minutes. That was kinda awesome.
During Spring Break of 2011, The Lion and I were on rocky, rocky terrain and thought a short vacation might help, so we visited my older brother and his family for a few days during The Lion's off set. In my opinion, that trip marked a turning point in our relationship, which had been strained-to-the-breaking-point for a multitude of reasons over the preceding 6-7 months. Because I'm in graduate school our life seems to be on hold - we were afraid to buy a house because we didn't know if we'd even qualify and the prospect of saving up for a down payment and paying back student loans and saving for retirement and saving for the cubs' college and..and..and - it was all a little overwhelming and The Lion was feeling the majority of the burden because he's pretty much the breadwinner in the house these days. We thought we'd have to move into an apartment so we could get reduced or free rent while he provided security to the complex in order to save up for a down payment - that's how bad it was. BUT THIS TRIP! The Lion and my brother spend a lot of time talking (edit: my brother spent a lot of time talking. The Lion just listened. or couldn't get a word in edgewise.) and they talked about houses and buying and the market (my brother's a financial whiz kid) and how he was rejected the first two times he applied for a mortgage. This did something to The Lion. We got back home and he decided that we should just give it a go and see if we could actually buy a house. and you know what? That's exactly what happened.
We bought a house. Who knew?! But we didn't just buy a house. We bought a house and closed on it and moved in a week before the biggest exam of my graduate career thus far. The exam-to-end-all-exams. The exam that tests all the knowledge of the previous three years. The exam that makes or breaks a doctoral psychology student - The General Examination for Admittance to Doctoral Candidacy. It's pretty important - if you wanna graduate. It's four days long, for a combined total of about 24 hours of essay writing. I'd been studying almost all summer, and also trying to buy a house because I relish seeing how much I can handle <insert sarcastic emoticon here>. So this brings us up to about September. At the same time, The Lion was studying to become a Drug Recognition Expert - the hardest school his department has to offer. He was memorizing matrices, interaction effects, symptoms, you-name-it. He passed his test. I passed my test. He's a DRE and I'm a doctoral candidate. Yay for us!!
So. October. Ugh. October means it's time for me to start writing more essays and applying for an internship - the final year of my degree and a transition to working in the "real world" as a psychologist. The thing with internships in Psychology is that they have to be accredited and meet certain criteria and (oh, by the way) there aren't enough to go around for every psychology student for a myriad of reasons - about 25% of applicants won't get an internship, which means they have to postpone graduation (and working) for at least a year. So it's a pretty stressful situation. I applied my heart out. I wrote essays and edited and wrote and edited (and cooked and shopped and cleaned and parented and wifed and worked my regular PT job and worked my other PT job and went to class and got settled into our new home!) and then got offers for interviews - 4 interviews out of 10 applications. Two of the interviews were close to our Savannah, one was 4 hours away, and one was 10 hours away. I was hoping and praying for one that was close to our Savannah because the internship is a year-long experience and we just bought a house! The interviews went well, except for one (I got a migraine right at the beginning of the day and was vomiting in their bathroom by the end of it. That was a great first impression) but I ended up being offered the internship that is 10 hours away. This means the cubs and I have to move away from The Lion for a year because The Lion isn't about to start over in another city with another academy and lose the seniority he just acquired. I don't blame him and I would never ask him to do that because the cubs and I are coming back here anyway.
That pretty much brings you current on the goings-on in the Savannah. I hope to write again real soon - like later today, maybe.
~ The Lioness.