The last few weeks have been busy to say the least. 

My life has been consumed with midterms.  Last week I read over 100 psychology textbook pages, my brain was starting to feel like a psychology encyclopedia, but in a good way.  

I've begun the daunting, anxiety-ridden task of looking for a full-time job after graduation. 

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! 

I'm finding that looking for a job is, in fact, a job in itself.

I have taken interview seminars, recruiting seminars, met with career counselors and attended Psychology: What's Next - a panel discussion with 5 professionals who shared my lovely second major once upon a time.

Basically my life and future is currently a wirlwind mess of what I want, what others want for me, what I should do, what I'm actually capable of doing, what fits into my future plans for life, what fulfills me as a human being making a difference in the world, and what will enable me to earn enough income to live in my apartment come Spring. 

This can all be reduced down to what my Personality Psych class would call Ontological anxiety.  Anxiety in response to the sheer number of possibilities in life and the idea that each choice brings tremendous implications.  It's so true.  My generation is both blessed by opportunity to "be whatever we want to be" and cursed by the responsibility to choose the right path out of what feels like 25 million paths in front of us. 

Happy news only beyond this point.

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My grandparents came to visit for the weekend. 

We ate at my favorite Italian place, explored Rockefeller center, St. Patrick's cathedral, Central Park and NYU.  Got in some heated political debates and ate some classic New York Mexican food...(replace classic with worst ever).  

New Yorkers just don't do Mexican. 

It was really nice having my grandparents come to visit!

Pumpkin and I discovered the not-so-secret but totally awesome dog play group that meets every day from 5-6 in a small grass field of Stuytown.  We let the dogs off leash, throw the ball, and give treats.  Pumpkin goes wild.  She loves chasing the other dogs and whipping around everyone in light-speed circles.  

Ashley and I have had a tiny brown dot bug problem in our apartment since July and last week when Ashley went through her closet we found these. 

All I hear from the other room is 

"dog bones don't have holes in them!" 

I cracked one open and of course the tiny brown dot bugs were EVERYWHERE. 

Since then our apartment has been happy and bugless. 

Last weekend we went to MEET THE BREEDS! 

A dog crazy convention with every pure bread dog ever. 

I have been looking forward to it ever since we missed it last year and boy it was awesome.

 

 Nate and a Newf.  On the outside he was cool and collected, on the inside he is screaming with excitement.  Trust me. 

Pumpkin and I graduated from Puppy training last week.  We've come a long way.  We now know sit, stand, down, leave it, come, and we're working on roll over.

Pictures from Nate, Pumpkin, and mine wine-tasting-apple-picking-nature-walking weekend adventure coming soon!