That’s right folks, along with the bf defending his thesis on Friday, we also found out where he’ll likely end up.
The Windy City. Well known for cold, Solider Field, Wrigley Field, and Comiskey Park, he got offered a post-doc position with the physics department at the University of Illinois Chicago. I know that it’s a relief because he won’t be depressed, aggravated, and annoyed that he couldn’t find a job. I know he’ll be busy, I know he’ll miss me. It hurts and it’s fantastic all at once.
I can’t help it, despite how proud and wonderful the situation is.
I’m heartbroken and terrified. I know it’s only 700 miles, but it’s ONLY 700 miles. He’s going to take the place by storm, I just know it. I didn’t know whether to be happy or cry on Friday.
It must be a good sign he wanted our parents to meet right? I think it is.
The weather hasn’t helped things. It really hasn’t. A crappy day for a crappy mood. Happy Monday folks.