changes, thoughts and experiments of a social dreamer and constant theological refugee.
I feel neurotic planning three years in advance. I know it is the necessary evil of academic life. My type-B self is crying out inside.
Planning for the summer, finishing language applications, finding NEW (to me) places to apply. Never ending cycle of planning and applying, leaving and moving and rearranging stuff in new rooms.
One day, I think, I will have a place to live, an address. And I can buy bookshelves!
