I reread my old entries this time last year and I was in Oakland writing about how terrible it was and that I wanted to come back home. And it seemed like my life went to Helena Handbasket. The rest is history...
And now here I am, writing another entry in my new place after an awesome dinner party with MJL, JM, and KEG. We've been talking about this for a while now - when we were all going to be reunited in a city... and here it is. We're together again. It's not quite the same as Austin, but it's as close as we're going to get.
I'm a year older, but that one year required a lot of growing up and an enormous dose of reality. When I think about it, it was incredibly selfish of me to continue to push to move across the country and take out loans to pay $40,000 to take organic chemistry and physics - these classes can be taken down the road for about $500, maybe even a little cheaper. I think I wanted to get away from family and the stress and sacrifice they will have had to suffer while I'm miles away. I didn't want to deal with it, but coming home defeated actually made me feel closer to my family and appreciate just how much my parents have done for me. The least I could do was play chauffeur to my sister and babysit her while my parents took care of the real problems.
It wasn't a waste of a year. I graduated a year early from high school so I've broken even. This past year allowed me to mature and challenged me to determine just what was important to me and what I wanted to achieve.
I hope that I'm at least a little more realistic and pragmatic now. I drove to my new place today (I don't know whether to call it an apartment or a house or a loft...) with my handy-dandy GPS! Whooo! If you don't know me, this a big fucking deal because Queen Dean doesn't drive and is terrified of it. But I sucked it up and got through it.... and now, to figure out how to avoid tolls and EZ tag lanes...
I was a little sad last night and this morning when I woke up because I knew I was moving out... again... for the third time. Hopefully this will be the last time, damn it. But it was business as usual when I packed up the rest of my things and it's comforting to know that my parents literally live about 30 minutes down the street.
Tomorrow I plan on getting acquainted with the transportation system and getting to campus. I feel like I'm trying to tackle NYC or something. It's only the TMC. I'm going to try and be as open-minded and open-hearted as I can as this new chapter starts for me. Graduate school. I'm starting grad school. It's weird, right? A master's degree. How are the other students? The faculty? Will I get to focus on the issues I really want to? Will I make any new friends? Will I get along with people? Will I have strong and cordial relationships with the professors?
I'm hoping for the best. I'll keep you posted on new developments as they occur...
Before I close the entry - the London 2012 Olympics. I had been meaning to blog about it. I have never experienced an Olympic Games where I've been completely and utterly obsessed, for lack of a better word. If it wasn't for the Olympics, I'd sleep in every day but I had a set schedule... wake up, brush teeth, put on face, turn on TV and desktop and open windows for live event coverage. And sit for the next six hours or so, texting furiously with Daniel and Janel. We were all watching the same thing and if anyone had errands to run (i.e. had to rejoin reality), there was at last one other person on call to text with updates.
I'm actually a little depressed now that London 2012 is over. There's a void in my heart. And I feel like I don't care about anything sports-related until Rio 2016. But I'm sure once Texas teams start up again in a few weeks, I'll be completely immersed in supporting my alma mater. =D
On that note, my eyes are burning. Time for bed. More later!
DHP
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