It’s already September 27th (2012). My gosh, time is a ridiculous thing. It’s either barely ticking by or it’s flying. I feel lucky though, that (for once) for me, it’s flying.
I’m back at my university in Boston, after an incredibly hard semester last fall and a medical leave in the spring/summer. My major is changed- from East Asian Studies to Art & Design. Instead of cramming every bit of information into my notebook, I actually get to (not only work, but) hold conversations with my classmates (who, by the way, speak English. Well. And mostly as their first language). I don’t think people understand how much easier that makes it to MAKE FRIENDS. Conversation is completely necessary.
Sure, I get stressed sometimes (I honestly feel like the village idiot in my photography class, since everyone else has done the prerequisites at this school while my last photo teacher was simply awful- we learned NOTHING) but I feel that I’m dealing with it better than last year. Panic attacks? None yet this semester (and we’re what, five weeks in?)! Which makes me so incredibly happy. Last fall I was having them at least 3 times per week, and then even on medical leave I was having them (albeit less frequently).
I’m working at the university library, and working out almost every day (“insanity” workouts, running on the treadmills in my building, and my “homework” for physical therapy). It’s not just that I’m physically exerting myself, but also improving mental health and whatnot, so I try to keep it up. Every 2 or 3 days, though, I have to rest because my insides just can’t take so much action, and I get sick if I do something.
I’m living on campus again, and it’s so much better than the pit I was in last year. There’s air conditioning, a dining hall, more than one elevator, lights(in my room), and working heat.
A big throwback, though, is that Witchaya (my man of 3+ years) is on co-op, and so he’s not living in the city.. So I can get pretty lonely. I mean, growing up as a triplet, with step-sisters and dogs, there has always been someone to come home to at night. Over the summer I at least had my pup, Lace, waiting at home for me. But now it’s just me.
I wish I could have a dog here.
Alas, it’s kind of late and I have to get to the Museum of Fine Arts when it opens tomorrow morning. Good night to anyone who happens to read this- I’ll definitely try to post more frequently on here.