Yay Pea! (BTW, have you moved? I have something to mail you and didn't know if you had the same addy! Let me know girl.

)
I have been working so much overtime! It hit me that I only get five more paychecks before I move across the country, so I'm becoming a penny-pincher. It's kinda fun, especially since it's driving my roommate crazy. :D
I haven't given as much time to my classes as I should have probably, but since I've almost certainly decided to go after my PhD. instead of trying to get into medical school, I'm not nearly as anal-retentive about my grades. For a person who swore they would never succumb to pre-med disease, I really did. The last few years I have been near intolerable when it came to school. Always studying, constantly worrying about it even though I didn't say anything. Getting back to the research now, I'm remembering why I love science so much, and I feel more at home in a laboratory than in any hospital in the world.
I have dreams about California. It's like not even in my sleeping hours is my heart on the east coast anymore. It's so close to crunch time, we need to start packing in about four weeks, I've been cleaning out the house bit by bit, trying to consolidate everything. This coming week I'm going to my doctors and dentist to get all my records, and I mail off my college-transfer applications next week. I'm probably shooting myself in the foot by switching schools right now. I've been over it and over it, and no matter how difficult this is going to make it for me to finish my degree, I have to do this. And now is the time.
I've spent way too much of the last year putting obscene amounts of pressure on myself to NOT fuck up again. To move to SoCal, to do the things I want to do and live the life I want to live without doing something ridiculous to mess up my plans again. But then it started to hit me lately, the fucking up part? Sometimes it's the best thing that could ever happen to us. If I hadn't gotten in trouble last year, I'd be living in Charleston right now. And probably doing a lot of drugs, and not in school anymore - who knows? But now I'm going where I really want to be, and I'm doing it sober.
Reaching your goals is so much better after you've been through the worst shit you can imagine and come out the other side.
I miss a lot of people (Miss Pea). And I haven't been involved with the lives of the people I love as much as I would have liked. I hope they can forgive me for being an absentee friend. But I'm getting there, and I feel at peace. Such a nice place to be, really. And this time it doesn't feel like there's a catch, like something is coming around the corner to take it all away from me. I'm not nearly as scared of the future as I was a year ago, I'm actually looking forward to it.