. . . for a short visit, anyway!
For the last few days, I've had the privilege of having both kids home at the same time!
Erin moved to Pittsburgh after her college graduation last spring. We were happy she was able to sneak in a quick trip home before classes start up next week. It's been an action-packed few days.
I dragged her to the Michigan Fiber Festival with me and my Mom last weekend. She liked the root beer best. . .
and the animals!
(She also managed to pick out yarn for two shawls. No Lace, though, remains a battle cry!)
She washed her car -- such a luxury to have a hose, you know! (Apartment living.)
And spent a lot of time reconnecting with family. . .
watching Brian's antics. . .
and regaling us with stories of her new life in urban Pittsburgh (many featuring the "wildlife" she encounters around her -- centipedes, slugs, skunks, bunnies, and bees). . .
We did a lot of shopping. A lot. And she ducked in for a quick visit to the hair salon for highlights and a cut. . .
She took care of one more detail, as well.
Last spring, when Erin was applying for grad school, she made a very risky decision. She only had Plan A: Carnegie-Mellon. That's where she wanted to go; that's where they had the "right" program for her. Now, those of you with college-age students already know this --- but the economy has sucked the opportunities for this particular age group right out into a black hole. There are no jobs for them when they finish college; grad school (along with law school and medical school) applications are through the roof, so it's more competitive than ever to go on for graduate studies. In short, it's very, very tough out there for early-20s with college degrees.
So. Erin applied for grad school at Carnegie-Mellon with no "safety" plan and no other real plans at all -- and knowing that Carnegie-Mellon only accepts about 15 students each year for this particular program.
She was wait-listed.
She tried not to panic.
No Plan B, you know.
She made a little pact with herself. She'd get her ears pierced two more times IF she got into grad school; she'd NOT get her ears pierced any more times if she didn't -- because she'd have to look for a job and would be more concerned about "respectibility."
When I was in Paris last April, I got a middle-of-the-night call from Erin. She had gotten in! With a small fellowship even! Plan A worked!
So, yesterday. . .
Respectibility, be damned! (The two angry-looking piercings in the middle are the new ones.)
Erin leaves to return to Pittsburgh - and Plan A -- this morning. Classes begin Monday. Go get'em, Erin!