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The Final Push: Part 1

I've been home this weekend because I have a check up up at James Cook University Hospital in Middlesborough on Tuesday, and I've had the enormous pleasure of meeting my first (second?) cousin once (twice?) removed, Olive Rose. She was the tiniest little human, and made me feel all squirmy about how we go from being that to these big gangly things.

Technically, I am meant to be entering the "real world" soon. I've spent half the weekend applying to jobs, the other quarter saying goodbye to my best friend who's moving down to London, and the final quarter feeling bad about not doing as much work as I have done. All that stands between me and my dissertation hand in now is one weekend. ONE. Where has that time gone?

I will say that I honestly have enjoyed writing my dissertation; the topic has really interested me, and has opened up some areas of study that I'd really like to pursue during my Masters. It's only been this past week, doing an Applicant Day and beginning to think about essay questions for my three other assignments, that it's really dawned on me how close we are to finishing.

We have six weeks of teaching left. And then, like little blind chickens, we are let loose into the world. My plan is to earn as much money as possible (savings currently zero... not panicking... not panicking... okay, a lot panicking), and then move over 200 miles away to Kent.

But that can be thought about after the assignments right?

Not to mention leaving the people that I have met at Lincoln. I won't delve too far into that, because I'm horrifically tired and I feel like I will get way too emotional.

Time is moving way too quickly, and this weekend, seeing my little two week old something-removed-somethingeth-cousin Olive, has smacked me in the face to take in the world and appreciate every moment we have got. *cue dramatic music.* 

I'm going to crawl into bed now before I get far too emotional.


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