Fiscally speaking, getting to campus has been impossible. I am living a weird kind of life right now- on the one hand, I have all the trappings of my goal around me- notes, VERY IMPORTANT WORKS, interview transcripts, and a draft in progress. They are all nestled in a life that recalls my childhood- which bills get paid this month, which can slide. . .electric? Yes, because they can (and will) cut off service for non payment. Mortgage? Yes, have to, but OMG how will I pay for my insurance? Car or health? Despite being on the state program, I was hit with a $144 per week payment(they give it to you in weeks, you know, so you can see it is not so bad), food? Where can I get that? Sheesh. . .
I know it is a rite of passage to be a poor grad student. . .but dammit, I am not in this alone. And with all the gloom and doom in the job market, well, I am at a loss. It is not writer's block- I am writing just fine, it is a soul block- like I have poured all of this time and effort into something that may not even mean much more than a decoration for my frig. . .
