totally real reader question no. 3

A not made-up Tabitha asks:

Are you a housewife now?

Sort of, temporarily.

In December I finished organic chemistry, which was my final prerequisite for nursing school. I'm now waiting for admission to the nursing program, which will happen officially in June. The program starts in August. That leaves quite a few unoccupied months.

Of course I feel a bit weird about this current status. To not have to work is a ridiculous privilege. It's one thing to be a stay at home mom, it's quite another to be a wife with a little poodle who chooses not to work, even just for a period six months. 

But I don't care! I have rooms to paint and books to read and I can go work out in the middle of the day and watch Crazy Ex Girlfriend before my husband gets home. Yes yes I cook a few dinners and I do some laundry and I keep the sink from getting disgusting. But more than that, in exchange for not shopping at J.Crew or having lunch out every day, I get to do whatever the fuck I want for six months.

If you would like to scold me in the comments, please also leave a book recommendation. So much free time!

totally real reader question no. 2

A quite real Blair asks:

I have some vacation time to use this month but no cash for a trip. What should I do?

Do a 1,000+ piece jigsaw puzzle.

Pick out the perfect puzzle on Amazon--it should be at least 1,000 pieces and preferably has a lot of color variation (I like Dutch still lifes). Then block out several days to complete it. Start organizing all of the pieces by color and then by shape, plucking any of the edge pieces out into another pile. At this point it's important to get a victory in, otherwise it will feel too much like work. So make the border, or if a particular color pile is quite small, put those together. Then do the rest.

Most importantly, this is a wine and Netflix-friendly activity that gives you the satisfaction of having done something without doing much at all.

totally real reader question no. 1

A reader from Canada asks:

What’s it like going back to school at 30?

Let’s get our facts straight: I’m 29, which is an important distinction for me, not just emotionally, but also journalistically, because it reflects my fidelity to accuracy. To not correct an error like that would be a mockery of the profession of writing stuff on the internet. The internet does not suffer falsehoods lightly.

School at this not-totally-advanced age is different. I’m more focused, but less competitive. I never miss class. I work hard because I don't have the luxury of my twenties to straighten any messes out. It feels like playing Mario without any lives left.

And 18 year olds look very young.