The East Coast and Chicken Pox

I'm going to try to write more than a blog every six months. But hey, a lot has happened.

I suppose I should get the bad news out of the way:
-two deaths happened in my family, one of which was my grandmother passing away on my birthday
-plentiful rejections from my graduate school applications
-a jailbird family member caused some ruckus
-dealing with lawyers and real estate agents now because my grandfather died without leaving a will two years ago
-identity theft; my parents, not me

Okay, got that out of the way. The good news:
-got a new puppy and named her Gizmo
-I did get into two graduate schools, and chose University of Baltimore
-finally started my job as a tutor
-Visited the east coast

And that brings up the east coast. I thought I'd visit the college campuses I had applied to before I started my tutor job. I had never been to the east coast.
I visited Boston, Salem, Washington DC, Baltimore, New York and Chicago. I traveled by airplane, train and bus. I meant to visit New Orleans, but was pretty tired by the time I got to Chicago. I think I had been traveling for almost two weeks.
It's a good thing I went home because I got a fever and lay in bed for three days. Then big red spots started appearing on my back and face. My mom took one look and said, "You have chicken pox!"
I'm in my late 20's and I had never had chicken pox. I had the vaccine shot and a whole lotta nuthin' that helped in the end.
Needless to say, I went through hell for three weeks. I had to put off starting my new job, and I'm damn lucky they let me keep it.

So now I'm scrambling. Planning for school, a big move, trying to make money, find a place, and just keep up with everyday things: writing, breathing, job appointments, laughing.

Oh, boy.