It's a whole new world, Aladin

So I move up to Massachusetts right? Going to school for my Master's in Clinical Psychology. No family, no friends. People say I'm either brave or crazy to move more than a day from home. But don't people do this all the time? For the sake of education, jobs, or even just the adventure of a new place. People move along in their lives. It's too short to not do what we want to do. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and my family more than anything in this world. But just because I am away from them doesn't mean that I can't be with them. One of the many features about love is that you don't need to be tied down to prove it. 

The few days with Brittany were good; a little rough but good. Sure we are good friends but you can obviously tell when someone has spent too much time together.

New York, although short, was amazing. I can't even describe how I felt walking through that city. Sure, I didn't explore the whole city. It was Times Square, 5th Ave, little touristy spots that we could hit in about 5 hours. Three goals for my future travels there: explore Central Park (not alone), New Years, Macy's Day Parade. 

Arriving in Bridgewater, tired and sore from driving all day, we settle in. The house is cramped and owned by a sweet and steadfast 80 year old lady. Until the guy who lived in my room moved out, we were given the guestroom. The hallway to the bathroom is every doll horror movie you've ever seen, including a 2 foot tall doll staring at you as soon as you open the door. Were we scared that first night? Yes. Did I keep a knife and pepper spray by my bed? Yes. However we survived and ventured out the next day to Plymouth. I've only been there once and sure, we probably could have gone elsewhere along the Cape, but spontaneity sometimes cuts hours out of your day and we were still lagging from our trip. The weather was beautiful, the stores were charming and Brittany loved it. Cambridge was in our plans, but as the walking set in our bones we settled for a movie at the Braintree AMC. Now, I haven't been to every AMC in the country but I've never been to one that had pretty much LazyBoys as their chairs. You could recline it to the point of being horizontal and watch your movie or sleep. Mortal Instruments: I don't care if everyone thinks it's Twilight, I loved it enough to see it three times (Yeah.). 

Accompanying Brittany to the airport was not the hard part. Leaving there and going to Cambridge was difficult. I sought out refuge in the two places nearby I knew I felt safe: Lush and Starbucks. I left after an hour with samples and a latte down the T line to Bridgewater, alone. Walked down the trail of commuters to the house I resided, alone. I tried to stab off the feeling by watching Detective Conan and keeping myself busy. By the end of the week, I had been to the local GameStop three times and actually asked the girl who was the assistant manager to my friend; her name is Chelsea. 

Finally on Friday, the guy who lived in my room came back and planned to move out the next day. I decided to knock on the door and introduce myself as he opened the door and looked at me like I was about to attack him. We talked and he invited me out for drinks at one of the local pubs. I don't know if he was shy or reserved, but he was (is) a gentleman and for the first time since Brittany left, I didn't feel alone. The details are blurry and not something to be discussed though... so I will leave that story with how we are friends and plan to hang out during this semester. 

Textbooks were bought, read and ready for the first class on Wednesday along with the first day of work. I am soon to become the new expert of Sharepoint. Honestly, I don't see the point of using it. The classes are good, intimate, engaging and most of what undergraduate classes aren't. Over the month of September I will be learning the format of a Thursday/Saturday class. 4 1/2 hours Thursday night, 8 hours Saturday (shoot me, right?) After my first Saturday class, I came out actually learning and retaining what had been taught. Not once did I come close to falling asleep; which is a huge feat for me. 

Sunday, I met with Devin. The actual time we spent together was shorter than the time I spent waiting for and riding the train. I found him at South Station and we drove off into the city in search of the Cheer's bar and parking. No one in the bar actually knew my name; it was disappointing. He bought me a drink and we talked about life, school, his travels around America, and our futures. He is such an amazing person. Devin, whoever is in your future is a lucky person. We left and walked through the park across the street. It was perfect. The weather was cool, the sun was falling to the west, and people were walking about. We watched a photographer shoot engagement photos, listened to a group sing A cappella, and talked of things we love to do. As it was easier to accompany him to the airport and ride the Silver line back to South Station, we parted ways there and I felt a little sad when he left. I noticed though that it wasn't the loneliness as before, just sad that we couldn't spend more time together. 

It's an easier transition into this life than I expected. When the time comes to do it again, I am fully confident that I can. There are so many places on my list and one thing I took away from talking to Devin was to get started on it now. 

Thank you to my family and friends who support my decisions, listen when I complain or repeat everything, encourage me when I'm unsure, and make me smile when I need it the most. 

-Diary of a girl

From one medium to another

That feeling you get when you realize you are an adult when you still wish you were younger without all the bullshit. Making real paychecks, planning for trips with friends instead of family, people you know getting married/having babies/getting divorced. Yeah that feeling, it's bittersweet.

This post is not going to have much flow to it. There's so much going on in my head these days that I can't seem to organize everything in a way for it to make sense. 

Summing up everything lately is a bit overwhelming. A lot of Disney though, many memories, calming down the party life, getting serious about work, rejection letters from PhD programs, applying to Master's programs, running again (ish), true friends who stick it through, Caitlin and Arthur, and a little bit of heartache. Really strong feelings towards Corey but what's new with that.. really. 

Planning a couple of trips. DC, Nola, maybe Boston. 

I've become a cry baby lately. I don't know if I'm actually sad about things or if it's the hormones but Disney's firework show makes me emotional. Such a weirdo. 

No new animes. Just a lot of Veronica Mars that I love.

Oh and Justin Timberlake tickets :)

I should really learn to shut my mouth sometimes. 

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large -I contain multitudes. -Walt Whitman