Today I officially handed in my last lot of work for my uni degree ever. In May(ish) next year I will graduate with Bachelor of Design (Communication Design) from Swinburne University. Photo is of Celeste, Sara and myself.
It’s a peculiar feeling, very lovely and freeing and probably hasn’t hit me in full yet. I feel like I’ve done quite well this semester, but we’ll have to see. Anyway, watch out world, the study or lack of qualification no longer binds me!
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.-E. B. White
Yesterday I had my last class at uni. Five years since school, three years in Communication Design. I hung around yesterday for a late lecture as a honorary last visit and it came with satisfying closure.
Pleased to report that we have our housing sorted for next year! We will potentially see if we can get out of our current lease a little bit early but might have to play that one by ear. If that’s the case we’ll can potentially move around the Christmas period. Which could be a bit crazy, but considering the whole of November through January is going to be totally out of whack with Geoff on intensive and me job hunting and everything else, I’ve decided that a little bit more of crazy wont make much difference. I am looking forward, oddly, to sorting through our crap and whittling everything down before moving. I intend to be ruthless.
And while I’m talking about houses, check out:
The Clingstone House. Oh my gosh it’s awesome!
Speaking of houses, a friend recently went to the Solomons and they took a photo of the house we used to own and lived in for some time! Weird. And super cool. We used to do school in that bit to the side. It was on a lean back then too.
Just a small update on where all the ‘changing careers/suburbs/life’ thing is going. My in-laws are buying an investment property which Geoff and I will rent, which is (in my opinion) AMAZING. So we have been looking at many many houses online and have in the past week or two checked some out.
Today we went to an auction but a tentative bidding tango between a very subdued Asian man who looked at the house half way through the auction (strange much?) and a very worried looking couple we decided it probably went above what we thought it was worth. Post this, we checked out several more a suburb over – which makes very little difference in the scheme of things and it seems to be much better value.
There are a few houses I am quite keen on. Two of which have been informally dubbed ‘party houses’ by Geoff (who hasn’t even seen them) one of which would need to be pretty much entirely repainted – would totally be worth it, but it’s lots of fun looking. Basically there’s not a huge amount of emotional investment on anyone’s part, because err, it is an investment and there are HEAPS of very decents houses around so it’s mostly just until we hit one that we like, is good for renting should Geoff and I ever move out (j/k Anne) and is the right price.
I shall keep you posted.