Back to Plan A

I decided not to do the MSc. Mostly because the tuition this year turned out to be so (prohibitively) helluvamuch higher than last year's, which is what I'd been speculatively budgeting for since that's what was in the info packet when I applied. Still, I'm pretty happy with this decision. I think maybe I was too unsure about all the other reasons to do or not do an expensive second Masters that jumping into it at this stage would've been unwise. It could have turned out great, sure, but it might also have been disastrous and mental-breakdowny.

Instead, I've decided to spend this time skilling up. I've got a hand-me-down violin from my sister, which I'm determined to learn to play, and a book from work that promises to teach me C++ in 21 days (and a new flatmate who's a professional programmer, to pester with questions if need be). Speaking of which, Harry and I are all moved in to our new flat now. Which is to say, Harry has unpacked and neatly arranged his belongings, and the floor all available surfaces of our room are covered in tipped-over bags and boxes half-full of my junk.

I've spent most of the afternoon dressing up our little window. I'm quite excited to be able to put up my glass suncatchers again, since I had nowhere safe to hang them all of last year. And I made a curtain rod out of twisted wire, and put it up in front of the window, since the suncatchers are hanging from the pre-installed rod. I feel quite accomplished, despite still having most of my unpacking to do.