What Day Is It?

This is approximately the mid-way point between something and something else in my summer. I don’t know what day it is, I couldn’t tell you what I did yesterday, and everything has been blurring together.

A virtually unrelated photo from my trip to India last summer...trying to meditate or something.
A virtually unrelated photo from my trip to India last summer…trying to meditate or something.

My parents are moving for the first time in 16 years and the only time in my memory. I wasn’t as strategic as I was hoping to be in scheduling my time at home this summer because I’ve been here a little too consistently for my liking and I’ve been dragged in to help with the move and have touched approximately none of my summer to-do list.

I feel like I’m repeating myself on the blog and having an identity crisis all at once, and like I haven’t really talked to John in approximately a year,  and I feel like I have a load of stuff coming at me for the school year that I just don’t want to touch. Like my email box. I should get on that.

Anyway, my point is, this blog here is about to become very me-focused I think because that’s the only thing I can think to or know to write about when I’m so frazzled. I go back to school in 16 days so bear with me. At that point my life will more consistently be revolving around school and I’ll figure out a better mission statement for this blog thing. That being said, I’ll keep checking in every day, so don’t lose hope on me completely!

Until next time!

What Day Is It?

Ready for a Heat Wave

Boston was making it so hard to say goodbye.

taken on the Charles River Esplanade
taken on the Charles River Esplanade

Until it wasn’t. Sunday and early Monday were freezing cold and rainy. Fortunately, the sun peeked out today and today is supposed to be gorgeous, but I’ve just about had it with this city and its everlasting chill.

I’ve probably said it before, but I’ll say it again: this past winter was the worst winter of my life. I know, I know. Boston had a record-setting winter and I shouldn’t base my judgment on that. But when I told friends I was struggling this winter, they reminded me that I struggled last winter too.

The snow and painful cold kept Boston completely miserable for a couple of months, but I left the city in May last year to go to India. In Louisville, May is the month I can always count on to have my favorite weather with averages in the seventies. Louisville has been having colder winters of late, and so I slipped into the habit of assuming it maintained similar temperatures to Boston.

February in Boston
February in Boston

I was wrong. While it got considerably warmer during May, in the first week or so of June we had a couple of days dip down into the forties. I need my winter to wrap up in March.

People (and by people, I mean “I”) underestimate the effect that the winter has on me every single year, and Boston does a lovely job of bringing gorgeous weather from July – November, which makes me forget just in time for it to come ’round again.

let's not even get into how long my should-be-30-minute commute was during the snow storms this winter
let’s not even get into how long my should-be-30-minute commute was during the snow storms this winter

I’ve had to force myself to repeat over and over again how much I dislike the cold and winter so that I won’t forget and will feel motivated to do some things next year to make it better. I need one of those happy lamps with extra strong lights or, better yet, I need to find an internship outside of the Northeast.

All I know for sure is that post-graduation, I need to move somewhere without a winter for a little while to recover.

Ready for a Heat Wave

Feeling Accomplished

What. A. Weekend.

Just kidding. I didn’t do anything incredibly crazy or spectacular. I caught up with a couple friends from high school who will be attending my college next year (so excited!!) and spent some time with my fellow RA staffers, but overall the weekend was relatively dreary and boring.

the celebratory cone

Friday night I celebrated the end of co-op (and marriage equality!) with an ice cream cone. It was nearly impossible to muster up any  more energy to work on studying for my accounting final, so I made hardly any progress Saturday; however, I did have another huge accomplishment.

Wait for it…

I RAN 13 MILES!!! I convinced John to register for the Houston half marathon with me in January a few weeks ago, and while I know you technically don’t have to and/or aren’t supposed to run the full distance in training, I wouldn’t be able to believe I could do it unless I did it. From here, I’m going to work on improving my time somewhat since I have six months to practice. I’ll make a full-fledged post about my relationship with running sometime soon, but the tl;dr version is that this is a huge accomplishment because a year ago, I was barely able to run a mile at the pace I ran 13 yesterday.

It’s safe to assume I celebrated that little victory with an even larger ice cream cone.

Fortunately, I chose the right day to run because Sunday’s weather here was incredibly miserable. Boston is not doing a good job right now of making me want to stay. I spent all day studying in the dining hall and pretty much burned myself out before I had office hours for move-out (another RA responsibility). Fortunately, after I got out of the office, I had some high quality human interaction. I thought I was an introvert for like 6 months last year. I am not an introvert. I have low to no energy until I hang out with people (in person, mind you), and after quality interaction I’m bouncing off the walls.

Anyway, I took my final this morning and did a lot better than expected. It feels incredible to be done. With everything. Sort of. Almost. Until next time!

Feeling Accomplished

I’m Looking Forward To:

  • Louisville
  • Sitting on a beach in a few weeks reading books for pleasure
  • Visiting John in Austin for a week: kayaking, cheek smooches, and seven days of delicious food
  • Buying myself an ice cream cone after I finish my accounting final (or this weekend while I’m studying. or both. probably both.)
  • Having movers come in and get my boxes instead of having to sweat-haul them outside and to a storage facility
  • Watching the stress from the past six months dissipate as the movers take my boxes away
  • Giving this blog some TLC (learning HTML/CSS and dat ish
  • Being free from 9AM-5PM every day
  • Walking the dog
  • Running
I’m Looking Forward To:

Taking a Break

IMG_1384I told myself last semester that Spring semester while I was working a full-time job, I would take a break from the stress of college. Then I started training to be a group fitness instructor and scheduled all of my RA duty together at the same time and was leading a volunteer project and was having a horrifying time during the winter and my relaxing semester turned out to be my most stressful to date.

Fortunately, school ended and so did my extracurriculars and the beginning of May brought a little bit of a vacation and it was finally time to start that relaxation I told myself I would have in the Spring…until I had a mid-college crisis and decided to switcheroo my major a little bit and that it would probably be a good idea to take this online accounting class since I had nothing else on my plate except for being an RA and keeping up with my friends and kick starting a service project with Boston Public Schools.

I’m finally about week away from an actual, real, nothing is happening break. I’ll be spending the rest of the summer between next week and mid-August RA training either at home, visiting John, or on vacation of some sort.

It took six months forcing myself to turn down every offer to stay in Boston and or work in any form because I knew it wouldn’t happen any other way, and I am so, so looking forward to it…

except that I’m starting to get a little bit maybe bored already. (Allison: You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Plan. Anything. For. This. Break.)

Welcome to the life of a Type A personality.

Taking a Break