From Separation Anxiety to Anxiously Awaiting Separation

I received some sad news yesterday, my old car Gaston was finally sold. This car was my first asset (if you could call it that). My first vehicle that got me from 'A' to 'B'. The first thing of value that I could (practically) call my own!!! If I look at it rationally, Gaston was getting on, he was in need of some expensive repairs (although his stalwart frame remained formidable), and there was not much point letting him sit for a year in the garage while I was away. So, calmer voices prevailed and he was sold off to the highest bidder. When Luke broke the news to me I found myself wanting to pass on the quirks and personality traits that I had given Gaston to the new owner. I guess so that 'Gaston' as I knew him could live on! Naturally Luke declined the offer. We (Gaston and I) spent quite a lot of time together, thanks to Luke and I's habit for moving far distances from one another. And they were good times, so I don't think it's hard to believe that I suffered from a little separation anxiety at the thought of loosing an old friend!

Being this far away, I still could not escape from the yearly scholarship run where poor students spend days agonising over relatively few sheets of paper trying to fit every last detail into the assigned margins without making their work, marginal. Although I'm not through with scholarship applications forever (not by a long shot) I am now done with scholarship applications as a PhD candidate! In this case, I am anxiously awaiting separation from the task of rewriting my project into one or two itsy-bitsy pages (with 3/4 " margins).