So, two months ago, the University of Michigan totally rejected my app for their joint PhD program in Sociology / Women's Studies. Sadness. But whatever - I regrouped and decided to move to NYC after I graduate from SFSU in May and work in the non-profit for a while. You know, to get some real world experience (what a thought!).

So I'm in NYC visiting and checking shit out - and shopping and partying and having a fab time. Staying with Doug Dukeman and that's wonderful. And I'm in SoHo getting some totally cute bargain deals when I get a call. It's the University of freaking Michigan. Apparently they want me now. So I totally fall on the floor of the store I'm perusing - much to the salesman's confusion. Sure, they denied my app two months ago. Put me through the pain and misery of feeling unwanted. Made me rethink my goals in life and my future career. Blah blah blah. I even got the letter and everything - actually, two of them! But times have changed, it seems. And now they're offering me a sweet package deal that's impossible to refuse. It's a generous offer. Named fellowship for the first year and guaranteed funding for 5 years overall. Pretty ridic.

Exciting, right? Yea. But I had fallen in love with New York. I can move here later - but the idea of being in NYC for my 20s was exciting! Yes, yes - I know. I'm blessed to have such options, it's true. I'm going to miss NYC, though. I'll come back. I have to.

Ann Arbor. Here I come.