Well, I moved, doubly. I cleaned out my studio and also moved from my charming tiny house in East Ghetto to my friend’s beautiful, spacious family home right on a square downtown. Living on a square is, like, unheard of. It is Super Fancy.

And the girl I live with is a good friend from the painting program. I can tell already that she’s a great roommate (will I jinx things by saying this?). We have very similar living styles in terms of cleanliness and noise and sharing. Plus she owns a Pomeranian. I am not into small dogs as a rule, but he is fluffy and doesn’t have an annoying bark. Therefore I love him.

And last weekend my two closest friends from DC flew down to share in the debauchery that was St Patrick’s Day/Weekend. It was great to see them and they’d never been to Savannah (or anywhere in the Deep South) before, so I got to play tour guide and walk them all over and show them the nicest things. We ate and drank our way through town and now I am trying to hold myself to salads for a week or so, or until I stop looking pregnant. Whichever comes first. Because you know, bathing suit season is just about here.

School-wise, I decided to switch to the undergrad program, then met with Admissions and learned that they’re pretty much going to go out of their way to make my life hard. They want me to do a whole complete application, including recommendation letters and an essay! I sent off a stroppy email asking them to reconsider. The jury is still out.

(Because I mean, come ON. I got into the grad program; I have to chase down the same people to write that they also support me for a lower program? Dumb.)

I am off now to visit my dad and stepmom for the weekend, but coming soon: photos of my new lovely living space! Have a great weekend.