Some things I've realized in the past 5 weeks:
I am not perfect.
I am not very good at adjusting to a new routine.
I have some really great friends and family.
I am really stubborn.
I am REALLY moody.
My fiance is a saint.
I really like tea.
I need to get my anxiety under control.
I don't need a TV.
I will be okay.
I'm way too dramatic.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Gray Sunday
I am sitting at my little desk with a big cup of tea, one little light, and gray drizzle outside.
I like gray Sundays, they make me happy (yes, very Eeyore-ish I know...that's probably why he was my favorite). I like having that one rest day where it's okay if I don't rush out to do something, or one day where I can just drink endless glasses of red wine with smelly, disgusting cheese (that's my wannabe French side coming out- though, this can be an "any day of the week" activity), while watching bride shows on TV (okay I know, I can't help it, I'm getting married dammit!).
Sundays are the only day of the week when I sit down and become very introspective, which is amazing since I constantly operate at a high-frequency level where I practically vibrate from energy and stress. I don't know what it is about a Sunday, it just seems to lend itself to calming, lazy moments. It's like I did 8 days of an intensive yoga/detox program (speaking of yoga, I need to get back into it. I used to do it 6 days out of the week. I don't know what happened. Probably life and the realization that I was spending a ridiculous amount of money going to a really expensive place and thinking it was absolutely necessary, hmmm) and now I feel great.
So, I'm going to finish up a tiny bit of work, and preparing to snuggle in bed and watch a few episodes of this show.
Happy Sunday, friends!
I like gray Sundays, they make me happy (yes, very Eeyore-ish I know...that's probably why he was my favorite). I like having that one rest day where it's okay if I don't rush out to do something, or one day where I can just drink endless glasses of red wine with smelly, disgusting cheese (that's my wannabe French side coming out- though, this can be an "any day of the week" activity), while watching bride shows on TV (okay I know, I can't help it, I'm getting married dammit!).
Sundays are the only day of the week when I sit down and become very introspective, which is amazing since I constantly operate at a high-frequency level where I practically vibrate from energy and stress. I don't know what it is about a Sunday, it just seems to lend itself to calming, lazy moments. It's like I did 8 days of an intensive yoga/detox program (speaking of yoga, I need to get back into it. I used to do it 6 days out of the week. I don't know what happened. Probably life and the realization that I was spending a ridiculous amount of money going to a really expensive place and thinking it was absolutely necessary, hmmm) and now I feel great.
So, I'm going to finish up a tiny bit of work, and preparing to snuggle in bed and watch a few episodes of this show.
Happy Sunday, friends!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Awesome
This video is for the Brooklyn-based R&B band, Escort. It's muppet centric, and just spectuacular. Because I love Sesame Street, I figured I'd share this gem with you. Pretty amazing.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
New Home
I don't know when it happened, but somewhere between 2 years ago and today I found a new home.
To make a long story short, I have two very lovely parents who moved their children around the world and back for several years until they settled in Connecticut. Because we were so transient during my formative years (meaning, before adolescence), the notion of "home" does not come easily to me. When most people think of the word "home" and what it means to them, they're able to come up with a concrete image- perhaps it's the house they grew up in, dinner on the table at 6, or kids they knew in kindergarten whom they still have ties with/to.
I've envied those who have had a physical place to come back to, and often wondered if I would ever be settled enough in a place so that I could call it home.
Well, it seems as if I have made one. Cambridge/Boston has been my home for the better part of 10 years; ever since I came to college. I've become an adult here. Most of my friends are here. I walk around the neighborhood and greet people I know. Cambridge is my constant.
How is it that this happened? How did I create my own home when for so long I felt as if I didn't have one; that my "home" was traveling with my family?
I would argue that it might be marriage, but I don't think that's it. I think the turning point came before I was even engaged.
I think the real issue is that I had had a problem with the notion of "settling". Settled means stifled. I didn't want to be stifled. Therefore, I wasn't ready to settle.
Except being settled doesn't mean being stifled at all. And I think that I'm finally ready to accept that. I have a new life. I'm starting a new family. I'm starting a new career path. I'm okay with being settled. And that, my friends, is why I can officially call Cambridge my home.
To make a long story short, I have two very lovely parents who moved their children around the world and back for several years until they settled in Connecticut. Because we were so transient during my formative years (meaning, before adolescence), the notion of "home" does not come easily to me. When most people think of the word "home" and what it means to them, they're able to come up with a concrete image- perhaps it's the house they grew up in, dinner on the table at 6, or kids they knew in kindergarten whom they still have ties with/to.
I've envied those who have had a physical place to come back to, and often wondered if I would ever be settled enough in a place so that I could call it home.
Well, it seems as if I have made one. Cambridge/Boston has been my home for the better part of 10 years; ever since I came to college. I've become an adult here. Most of my friends are here. I walk around the neighborhood and greet people I know. Cambridge is my constant.
How is it that this happened? How did I create my own home when for so long I felt as if I didn't have one; that my "home" was traveling with my family?
I would argue that it might be marriage, but I don't think that's it. I think the turning point came before I was even engaged.
I think the real issue is that I had had a problem with the notion of "settling". Settled means stifled. I didn't want to be stifled. Therefore, I wasn't ready to settle.
Except being settled doesn't mean being stifled at all. And I think that I'm finally ready to accept that. I have a new life. I'm starting a new family. I'm starting a new career path. I'm okay with being settled. And that, my friends, is why I can officially call Cambridge my home.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Blergh
I am a HOT MESS right now! Trying to figure out this law school business is turning out to be tougher than I thought. I no longer seem to have any sort of a schedule, it's more like a long mash of work/eat/work/work/sleep/WORK WORK WORK WORK.
I'm really glad my poor boyfriend/fiance/fee-ahnce hasn't left me yet, because I'm pretty sure I've given him plenty of good reasons.
My wedding's only 9 months away, and I've kind of slacked on the details for the past few months. I need to pick up the pace! SO, with instead reading my Property casebook, I researched bridesmaid dresses instead.
This is pretty much my final choice; unless something else WOWS me (but nothing really has, as of late):
The girls are going to wear all different colors, because my wedding is rainbow-themed, a.k.a., I don't have a color scheme, because I don't like matching that much.
Ok...back to the books. Biz, my darlings.
I'm really glad my poor boyfriend/fiance/fee-ahnce hasn't left me yet, because I'm pretty sure I've given him plenty of good reasons.
My wedding's only 9 months away, and I've kind of slacked on the details for the past few months. I need to pick up the pace! SO, with instead reading my Property casebook, I researched bridesmaid dresses instead.
This is pretty much my final choice; unless something else WOWS me (but nothing really has, as of late):
The girls are going to wear all different colors, because my wedding is rainbow-themed, a.k.a., I don't have a color scheme, because I don't like matching that much.Ok...back to the books. Biz, my darlings.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Procrastination
How is it that I'm only in the second week of school and I feel like I've been here for 6 years?
On a side note, the topknot is my new fashion love (especially since I now have BANGS!). I'll be rocking it all fall long.
And now it's off to do some more work.
{PC: Turned Out}
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Life as a 1L
My life has taken a very large turn in the past week. I finally started school and I can officially say that I'm a 1L at Northeastern University School of Law.
It's been an exhausting week. I feel as if I haven't had time to breathe, but in a good way (yeah, I'm all about contradictions, it's sort of my thing). I haven't been to use my brain in its capacity (or rather, it feels that way) for 3 years. It's nice to be back in a setting with incredibly intelligent, driven people who are all there for the same cause.
I can only imagine that the journey ahead is going to be a difficult one, but one that shapes me forever, and I'm so glad for that. So onward and outward!
It's been an exhausting week. I feel as if I haven't had time to breathe, but in a good way (yeah, I'm all about contradictions, it's sort of my thing). I haven't been to use my brain in its capacity (or rather, it feels that way) for 3 years. It's nice to be back in a setting with incredibly intelligent, driven people who are all there for the same cause.
I can only imagine that the journey ahead is going to be a difficult one, but one that shapes me forever, and I'm so glad for that. So onward and outward!
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