Can you believe it has only just become officially summer? Sure doesn't feel like it. I hope every body has been staying cool by every interpretation possible.
Me? I've had some good times. I discovered a while ago that June was going to be a total mis-mash of a month , so I just let it happen.
My little sister graduated from high school. That was very exciting and also odd. Feels weird being old.
Then, pretty much, I went on a cruise to Orlando and the Bahamas. Now that was awesome. Ate so much delicious food that I voluntarily fasted for the next day and a half.
Got my personal training certification and may or may not have signed all of my time away to a gym for the next three months. But whatever, it pays like a dream.
I did yoga in Times Square on Monday. One of the weirdest things I've ever done, but also fun. I felt like a skyscraper.
Now this week is Pride and its the first time I've been in NYC and old/aware enough to appreciate it.
in short, running around like a chicken with my head chopped off. AND LOVING IT!
yeah, i know, this is short on the details, but I just wanted to pop in and share the love. Now I'm gonna go drink sangria.
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Missing home
I have arrived to Singapore. I got here about 8 hours ago, and spent most of them showering, eating, and sleeping. I should be excited about being here, and I am. I should be excited about (re)meeting the rest of the interns, and I am. But mostly I can't help thinking about how much I miss my girlfriend, and how much I'd like to be home.
This is the first time that being home for a couple of weeks didn't feel like it was enough. I felt like I was just getting started, and that there were so many more things that I wanted to do, and so much more time that I wanted to spend with her, and with my Mom, of course.
Last summer I had the chance of staying home for about a month and a half, but the overachiever in me, and one with a skewed view of reality, could not bear the thought, and so I found something else to do and left. I ended up doing an internship which I did not enjoy, which showed to my supervisors. It ended up not being the experience I had hoped for. And now, although I am so far enjoying my time here, and although I am excited about what lies ahead, I am also really wanting to be home. I think the main reasons for this are that I get to see my gilfriend every day, hang out with her, stay for a long time, without the "oh shit the weekend's over" and a 2 hour commute. I also really enjoyed spending time with my Mom, and my brother for the last day (his first day back home). I enjoyed reconnecting with old friends, and yes, I loved not doing absolutely anything.
This makes me think about what I am going to want to do next summer, but that's too far in advance, plus I don't know if I'll be waiting to go to grad school, waiting for my job to start, or still in the process of finding a job/figuring out what to do with my life. A bit closer to reality, when I get back from Singapore, my Mom and my girlfriend will be in different cities. FUN. So I'll have to budget my time appropriately, and somehow explain to my Mom that she should not be jealous of her. Oh well...What about you? Are you home? Were you/will you be at home this summer? Tell me your summer story (so far)!
This is the first time that being home for a couple of weeks didn't feel like it was enough. I felt like I was just getting started, and that there were so many more things that I wanted to do, and so much more time that I wanted to spend with her, and with my Mom, of course.
Last summer I had the chance of staying home for about a month and a half, but the overachiever in me, and one with a skewed view of reality, could not bear the thought, and so I found something else to do and left. I ended up doing an internship which I did not enjoy, which showed to my supervisors. It ended up not being the experience I had hoped for. And now, although I am so far enjoying my time here, and although I am excited about what lies ahead, I am also really wanting to be home. I think the main reasons for this are that I get to see my gilfriend every day, hang out with her, stay for a long time, without the "oh shit the weekend's over" and a 2 hour commute. I also really enjoyed spending time with my Mom, and my brother for the last day (his first day back home). I enjoyed reconnecting with old friends, and yes, I loved not doing absolutely anything.
This makes me think about what I am going to want to do next summer, but that's too far in advance, plus I don't know if I'll be waiting to go to grad school, waiting for my job to start, or still in the process of finding a job/figuring out what to do with my life. A bit closer to reality, when I get back from Singapore, my Mom and my girlfriend will be in different cities. FUN. So I'll have to budget my time appropriately, and somehow explain to my Mom that she should not be jealous of her. Oh well...What about you? Are you home? Were you/will you be at home this summer? Tell me your summer story (so far)!
Friday, May 28, 2010
A Day Late
both a description of this post and an awesome song by Anberlin (who happens to be playing at Toads on June 1st) and pretty accurartely describes My EnTiRe ExiStENce!!
Anyhow....
So I'm at home. Sort of. And by 'home' I mean I'm splitting time between my grandmother's house, my mom's apartment, and my best friend's apartment where I will be living as soon as I start getting paid. It's complicated. But worry not, dear Readers, I 'spect that by the beginning of July I will be a full fledged and well paid personal trainer. Ching!
I thought about taking this time to reflect on my past four years. Or really even the last two as those are the most relevant. But that would be super long, and no specific story is jumping out at me right at this second.
Instead, let me start by saying that it's funny for me to be writing this post in my grandmother's house of all places. Of any of the relatives with whom I interact on a regular basis, she's the most conservative and the last person I would tell I was queer. (*tangent* this morning over coffee, she called herself queer intending the 'odd' meaning of the word, but I had a little chuckle) This is not to say she doesn't know. You see, this is where the story gets funny.
My best friend, from earlier, who I'm moving in with. She's more than just my best friend. She is my heterosexual life partner. We've been super tight since senior year of high school and I don't see that changing any time soon. Of all the people who came to graduation she was the one I was most happy to see. Unlike my yalie-version of her, I have never had any sexual attraction to her, and now it would just be beyond weird. But, sometimes I wonder if her prominence in my life will complicate my bothering to find a signficant romantic other of my own (she's been with her boyfriend for like...3 years or something ridiculous). But that is not the point of the story.
Once upon a time, I finally convinced her to come out to Jersey to hang with me instead of us roaming the city-which, granted, is more stimulating. So, she arrives and in some converation I am not party to, my mother insuates that she and I are in fact an item and so any and all lame adults should make themselves scarce. Now, my mother knows full well that we're not together (though I think this happened more recently than I originally thought). My suspicion is that she just wanted us to have our own space and not have P.O.S. all weekend, which I can appreciate.
However, this message has not been so clear through the lines of my extended family. Fast forward to graduation. I'm walking my friend back to the train station and she says "I'm pretty sure your grandmother still thinks we're together". Ah indeed, I say. Turns out, my grandmother had tried to really chat up my friend who she has only met once. I mean...it's sweet I guess, but man are they gonna be confused when I get around to bringing home an actual girlfriend. oh bother....
Anyhow....
So I'm at home. Sort of. And by 'home' I mean I'm splitting time between my grandmother's house, my mom's apartment, and my best friend's apartment where I will be living as soon as I start getting paid. It's complicated. But worry not, dear Readers, I 'spect that by the beginning of July I will be a full fledged and well paid personal trainer. Ching!
I thought about taking this time to reflect on my past four years. Or really even the last two as those are the most relevant. But that would be super long, and no specific story is jumping out at me right at this second.
Instead, let me start by saying that it's funny for me to be writing this post in my grandmother's house of all places. Of any of the relatives with whom I interact on a regular basis, she's the most conservative and the last person I would tell I was queer. (*tangent* this morning over coffee, she called herself queer intending the 'odd' meaning of the word, but I had a little chuckle) This is not to say she doesn't know. You see, this is where the story gets funny.
My best friend, from earlier, who I'm moving in with. She's more than just my best friend. She is my heterosexual life partner. We've been super tight since senior year of high school and I don't see that changing any time soon. Of all the people who came to graduation she was the one I was most happy to see. Unlike my yalie-version of her, I have never had any sexual attraction to her, and now it would just be beyond weird. But, sometimes I wonder if her prominence in my life will complicate my bothering to find a signficant romantic other of my own (she's been with her boyfriend for like...3 years or something ridiculous). But that is not the point of the story.
Once upon a time, I finally convinced her to come out to Jersey to hang with me instead of us roaming the city-which, granted, is more stimulating. So, she arrives and in some converation I am not party to, my mother insuates that she and I are in fact an item and so any and all lame adults should make themselves scarce. Now, my mother knows full well that we're not together (though I think this happened more recently than I originally thought). My suspicion is that she just wanted us to have our own space and not have P.O.S. all weekend, which I can appreciate.
However, this message has not been so clear through the lines of my extended family. Fast forward to graduation. I'm walking my friend back to the train station and she says "I'm pretty sure your grandmother still thinks we're together". Ah indeed, I say. Turns out, my grandmother had tried to really chat up my friend who she has only met once. I mean...it's sweet I guess, but man are they gonna be confused when I get around to bringing home an actual girlfriend. oh bother....
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