Remember how I said I’d update you on the most recent events of my crazy life?
Whelp, I’m going to get a masters at the ripe, old age of 30.
In my ‘turning 30’ post I wrote back in February, I mentioned some big life plans in the works that might involve graduate school–and, well, let’s just say it all worked out. I got in. I committed. I accepted the student loan. I live in graduate housing (aka, a dorm) and, somehow, I live with a Chinese family. Don’t ask. At least I’m not sleeping on an inflatable bed anymore.