"I'm Supergirl, and I'm here to save the world, but I wanna know, who's gonna save me?"
I was originally planning a blog post about my trip to Chicago and all of the awesome networking that happened here and how I got into BU's PhD program and I'm really happy about that...but then I got home from Chicago, and twenty minutes later, the water heater exploded. Well, it didn't actually explode, but all of the water on the inside of it decided that it no longer wanted to be in it. And then the boiler thought that it would join in all the fun and shoot water out of the radiators all over the house. Luckily I know how to turn off all of the things, and how to call the plumber, and how to turn the fans onto the wet carpet, but it's kind of a curse. Don't get me wrong, my roommates are wonderful, and they're so happy to help in any way that they can, but sometimes, well, actually most of the time, I feel like I'm the only one doing all of the fixing.
Again, don't misunderstand me, I'm so grateful that I'm independent and know how to do the repairs and the housekeeping and deal with the plumbing-folk, but sometimes I wish that I didn't have to. I really wish that one day, I'll have somebody who will just say, "don't worry, I'll take care of it," even if "taking care of it" just means being the one who calls the plumber and stays home to let him in. I also hope that this person is a husband...and just a warning to all the future husbands out there: if I have to be the one to call the plumber when we're married, I'm cheating on you with him.