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...so here's the thing.
Some of you may know that I don't like change. Sure, I'm all for it in abstract, world-shattering terms, but when it comes down to my own personal life...I prefer the status quo. A status quo where I can just live where I'm comfortable, where I have an occupation (well, kinda; I check off "student" and call it good), where my friends and family are, where my love is. (Where our dog can go outside on his own into our little bitty yard unsupervised because there's actually a fence to keep him from dashing out into the world alone.)
I'm all about taking things for granted, too. I took it for granted that I would get into graduate school here;, even when I got turned down the first time I reapplied--albeit to another program--and got in. I took it for granted that Ronnie would have a job at the museum until I was done with my degree.
Yeah. Not so much on that one.
On Thursday, Ronnie found out that, due to the University's need for budget cuts, the museum was going to lose (according to Ronnie's lj) about 10% of its funding, which encompasses a bit more than his salary. And because Ronnie was the last staff position hired, his would be the one to go. Low man on the totem, as it were. His last day is May 19th.
I could spend some time ranting about how the University totally does not value the museum, how they spent unfathomable amounts of money on the fabulous new Life Sciences Initiative and built a gigantic new building with oak paneling on nearly every wall, or how ridiculous it is that the museum's going to have to do so much reshuffling of work duties and schedules because Ronnie happened to be the last one hired and his job involved a good deal of public programming and assisting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hellosarah...
...but I won't. Because, as sad as I am about the fact that the museum, which we both love so much that we're getting married there, is cutting Ronnie out of its metaphoric life...I can't help but look forward at least a little to the changes that are coming. It's kinda fucked up. I protested moving and leaving Ann Arbor when it was just a distant, far-flung possibility, but now that it's appearing more and more of an inevitability...I feel almost excited about it. It's like this is going to be some sort of rite of passage that really, truly marks either our life together or my adulthood or some other kind of threshold that I haven't crossed yet. A spatial shift that physically reflects something within me.
...hell. That sounds like so much anthropology/psychology bullshit.
...well, that is what I do best.
...Anyway. Ronnie's losing his job in about two months. The wedding is another four-ish months after that. I'll be graduating with my Master's (but no certification, sadly) either the Winter or Spring/Summer term after that.
And that's all that's concrete in terms of this year.
Some of you may know that I don't like change. Sure, I'm all for it in abstract, world-shattering terms, but when it comes down to my own personal life...I prefer the status quo. A status quo where I can just live where I'm comfortable, where I have an occupation (well, kinda; I check off "student" and call it good), where my friends and family are, where my love is. (Where our dog can go outside on his own into our little bitty yard unsupervised because there's actually a fence to keep him from dashing out into the world alone.)
I'm all about taking things for granted, too. I took it for granted that I would get into graduate school here;, even when I got turned down the first time I reapplied--albeit to another program--and got in. I took it for granted that Ronnie would have a job at the museum until I was done with my degree.
Yeah. Not so much on that one.
On Thursday, Ronnie found out that, due to the University's need for budget cuts, the museum was going to lose (according to Ronnie's lj) about 10% of its funding, which encompasses a bit more than his salary. And because Ronnie was the last staff position hired, his would be the one to go. Low man on the totem, as it were. His last day is May 19th.
I could spend some time ranting about how the University totally does not value the museum, how they spent unfathomable amounts of money on the fabulous new Life Sciences Initiative and built a gigantic new building with oak paneling on nearly every wall, or how ridiculous it is that the museum's going to have to do so much reshuffling of work duties and schedules because Ronnie happened to be the last one hired and his job involved a good deal of public programming and assisting
hellosarah......but I won't. Because, as sad as I am about the fact that the museum, which we both love so much that we're getting married there, is cutting Ronnie out of its metaphoric life...I can't help but look forward at least a little to the changes that are coming. It's kinda fucked up. I protested moving and leaving Ann Arbor when it was just a distant, far-flung possibility, but now that it's appearing more and more of an inevitability...I feel almost excited about it. It's like this is going to be some sort of rite of passage that really, truly marks either our life together or my adulthood or some other kind of threshold that I haven't crossed yet. A spatial shift that physically reflects something within me.
...hell. That sounds like so much anthropology/psychology bullshit.
...well, that is what I do best.
...Anyway. Ronnie's losing his job in about two months. The wedding is another four-ish months after that. I'll be graduating with my Master's (but no certification, sadly) either the Winter or Spring/Summer term after that.
And that's all that's concrete in terms of this year.
