Big update
My roommate has moved out. Yay! Her and her bf on the first floor of our apt building broke up, and I found out through the grape vine that he had been dating someone else behind her back and he's now engaged. I have no sympathy for her because when she started f***ing him, his ex-gf hadn't finished moving out of his apt yet. So he basically did the same thing to my former roommate that he'd done to the girl before.
I've had anxiety issues for the past year living here, and I realized that my former roommate made my apt toxic. I never felt comfortable. I was nervous to come home and see if she would be in the apt or downstairs. Sometimes she would be downstairs and then randomly come home at 11pm or later and scare the crap outta me. I rarely cooked because I didn't want to be in the common areas if she came home or wanted to be in the kitchen. I realized how this influenced my feelings living with her, but it took me a long time to realize how it effected my ability to live in the apt. She finished moving out on Tuesday, and I have to say that I have greatly enjoyed living alone the past few days. With all of the anxiety, I wasn't sure if I could live alone -- misunderstanding what the anxiety meant. It may help that I know I'm alone living alone for a week, week and half at most. My parents are coming to visit and help me move furniture back to their house next Friday.
I finished almost everything I needed to before I went to visit my bf. Due to the crazy weather, I got re-routed to Jacksonville, FL and then flew from there to Wichita, Kansas and rode for 2 hours to Enid with his mom and aunt. I finished a paper during my delays and overnight trip in Jacksonville's airport. E-mailed it at 7am, haha. I made all A's this semester. Which is funny, because 3 credit hours came from two supervised research projects. Both research projects fell through. I guess my profs acknowledge that it wasn't necessarily my fault that the two projects fell through, so I suppose I earned it. I'm not going to complain about the lovely boost to my GPA.
And of course, as I'm sure whomever is friends with me on FB may have seen, David proposed to me at the end of the formal dinner for his Winging (basically the graduation ceremony for military pilots, they get their Wings on their uniform). I was surprised that he did it IN FRONT OF EVERYONE but I'm not going to complain. He has never been shy or tried to hide his affection for me, so I encourage it, I confess.
I was originally anxious about posting it on FB, but then I realized his family would post the pictures anyway so we might as well make it "official." Being engaged does make a difference because I will have to add planning on top of everything else. But besides that, I'm not going to change. It won't consume me, and I will not blow people off because I'm too busy planning my wedding. I've known plenty of people who have -- including my former roommate. My anxiety stemmed from worrying that friends would talk behind my back, read into everything as me being bitchy because of the ring, etc. As my therapist, my mom, and David have also said, screw anyone who does. Be happy. Enjoy being engaged.
I am packing, working on my internship portfolio and paper, and planning a wedding. And I'm working for the Center on Aging a little bit extra for money and to assist in collecting survey data. So of course, my two week break is packed full of things to do!