wading

After two weeks worth of work, feedback from Jules and Andrew and my parents, I finally completed my portfolio and resume. I had been dreading this task for years, but once engaged I was addicted to making it look nice and determined to say something meaningful. I had it printed day before yesterday just before a series of phone calls to prospective employers.

I have since been keeping in contact with one particular firm I am interested in, trying to set up an informational interview. I have also been looking into local design firms via projects they are involved in at a city planning scale. There is no good resource for locating Landscape Architecture firms. It is like an internet treasure hunt.

In the meantime I have been occupying myself with my thesis; re-emerging myself in books about preservation, time, weathering, patina, ruins, place. Wading through the writing I have done so far is painful but inspiring. I watch the page count creep up on the task bar as I write. I wonder how many pages it will take to cover the subject. How many pages will I have to print before I present? How much will it cost? Then I continue the endless process of editing and the page count creeps back down.

But the end seems closer than ever and crunch time is here. I hit panic mode several days ago. Panic mode feels bad but is good for production. And production is happening. But October may still come too soon for my taste. And work may not come soon enough to appease my sad unemployed bank account.

The loneliness of a new place is once again setting in, but I feel more prepared this time. I am occupying myself with what I need to accomplish before I can move on. The brief period of time spent as the crazy, independent, connected, grounded me of spring term seems far away, as do my partners in crime.