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OK, I feel like I deserve a sentimental and somewhat gooey post, since I don't really have any of those. Is this, or is it not, an internet blog!? So this is it.

Yes, is official installed and ready to go. It seems very surreal to finally be at this point. Each year, since I was a freshman (for some reason I always want to spell it "phreshman", go figure), I've always imagined what my thesis show would look like. Now that it's up, nothing looks like I ever thought it would. Not better or worse, just completely different.

I feel like the entire process of my senior show has drawn me closer to the people in my group, but three years too late. After so much planning and speculating, etc etc, it has actually happened. Amazing. I feel relieved, and although I still have my review and gallery talk, as well as other minor deadlines over the next couple of weeks, I feel totally different than I did a couple of days ago.

There's still this impending change that I'm both excited and completely terrified of. After graduation, it's off to Seattle to be with A. Lynch. No more Andrew, no more Steve Grant the Cat, no more Yellow House, no more knic-knacs and records, no more Mockbee, and even when I do return, which will probably be within the year, all of those things will still be gone. Now instead of imagining this point in time, my thesis show, my graduation, I'm imagining my completely different life.

I'm horrified about not being able to find a job. I just keep thinking that my portfolio isn't good enough, my design knowledge isn't what it should be, that I'll be stuck scrapping on some coffee shop job and won't have enough money to run back to Cincinnati. Seattle's such a big city, and it's full of people like me, from far away places, hundreds every day, looking for better jobs, cooler places to be. I am still somewhat very anti-west coast migration, and love Cincinnati and all of my friends here, but I don't think I could live with myself if I missed an opportunity to live with my best friend in beautiful, misty dark-greenery.

I also feel that this kind of change will be good for me. I've gotten too "settled", as I have been told. Growing up, I never lived anywhere really. We were in a different city every year, sometimes every couple of months. We lived in various hotels, and if we actually thought we might stay, we moved into an apartment. And even once, when we lived in Mandiville, we had a house! Which was a huge deal at the time, in that monumental way everything is to you when you are little. But now I have been in Cincinnati for far to long, and in a house at that, so considering my previous history, I assume that this might put me back on a more familiar track.

I think I'm going to miss school. Maybe.