Latest News: August is Peeking

photo (18)Lots of changes are taking place towards the end of July and the beginning of the last summer month, August. Change is good, but at the same time, can cause some fear, anxiety and disruption from my routine. I’m namely referring to (1) getting a new phone, (2) getting a new roommate and (3) not traveling anywhere far this summer. What is the big deal with getting a new phone, you must be thinking? I guess in reality it’s really not an issue, it’s just interim before the phone comes that is hard. Getting a new roommate is understandably difficult, a shift of living conditions and the idea of having a new person in my space. Not traveling– well, that is a big change for me considering I’m not working to support that luxury at this point in my life. I’m trying to substitute not getting on a flight for some short road trips. But right now, I’m sorely overdue for getting away from the City and I don’t see one in sight until about 3 more weeks. 3 more weeks of torture.

New Roommate

At 27/28 years old, I’m too old for this. Seriously. The funny part is that I’ve not really had a horrible experience. I’ve just had an uncomfortable experience, and that was bad enough. I’ve never lived with anyone who wasn’t family, so this was definitely a wake-up call. I don’t know what to make of the experience, except we just weren’t a good match. Communication was one of the major issues, and I think the unfamiliar formality of the arrangement was also something I didn’t like. I’ve been showing the apartment to other hopeful tenants, without realizing this place is really a hard sell! I didn’t like it the first time I saw it. I took it because I was desperate to get settled somewhere before school started. Well, in September I’ll be here for another 9 months before my life takes another turn. Graduation will be around the corner and I’ll be looking forward to signing another lease– by myself.

New Phone

Droid failed me. My phone gave out on SevenEleven- the day after my birthday. At first, it wouldn’t register my network and then it just started shutting off on its own. I took it to the store, they changed the battery, changed the SIM and nothing changed. Well, my warranty had expired just 2 weeks before and there was nothing T-Mobile could do for me with no insurance. I was forced to use a backup phone, forced into back tracking to non-smartphone status. It was 3 days later that I realized that my smartphone is a lifestyle now. Not a choice. I feel all out of sorts without it, without a doubt, it’s an addiction now. But, it truly does make my life easier. Or at the very least, it makes me feel that way. Shopping for my next option, has been a bit exhaustive, but nonetheless I’m ready for change.

From Work Life to Student Life

I miss having the freedom that a weekly income provides. Schedule some time off, take a trip. You’re right, I just came back from Las Vegas. But that trip was not really for me. It was to be a bridesmaid, a help, a friend. I really need a retreat. For me. What do you do when you need to get away from the familiar and recoup but you can’t go anywhere far? Right now, I’m thinking about taking a trip to the Coast. I’m longing to hear some waves and eat some seafood. This student life is relentless. I’m ending my online class this week, finally! Never taking one again. Don’t do it. There’s no direct instruction, and it feels like someone just made a schedule which involves reading, assignments and exam. Except, you teach yourself. I don’t know how people do it. Glad that’s over. Well, right now, I’ll be vacationing by revisiting older posts, and planning something before school starts on August 26th. School is a month away! Where did the time go?

Things I’ve learned about myself this summer:

  • I may just be fed up with the concrete jungle. Somewhat.
  • Free time and me are no good together. Busy is better.
  • I am still learning to enjoy my own company. It’s a process.
  • Summer is better spent outside, but not when the sun is brutal. Safety first.

What are you looking forward to next month? How do you get-away when you can’t physically leave your location?

Latest News: August is Peeking

Where I’ve Been: 2012

2012 had more re-locations than actual leisure traveling due to the fact that I started the first semester of Big Dawg Graduate School. I am here for the next 2 years with the expected graduation of 2014.

I went from rural to a smaller city, one that seems to have fit me just fine. Here’s a little peek into the rural life.

Where I’ve been in 2012:

March 2012 (Montreal, Quebec, 2nd visit)

Snowy Wonderland
View from the top of the hill of the City…

Entrance to University Bed&Breakfast
My ex’s name was on the Welcome list, creepy…
Bed & Breakfast is highly recommended: University B&B is the name
Stairwell in B&B
Stairs to the largest Basilica in Canada…
Known as St. Joseph’s Oratory
View from the top

People climb the stairs on their knees in prayer, in belief that ailments will be healed.

The place that sold the cheapest Poutine around…

What is poutine? It’s only heaven on Earth. A fast food delicacy of french fries topped with gravy and cheese curds.

Montreal’s greatest treat: Poutine
Poutine Bliss…couldn’t get enough

June 2012 (New York City, summer) Read my Summer shenanigans post!

July 2012 (Evanston & Chicago, Illinois) Full post about my adventures, read here.

August-November 2012

(transition to Small City, USA)

I cut my processed hair off in August and am now 100% natural again!

From this…
To this!

No plans to travel for December 2012 since I want to invest some money in certain important matters, more on that later!

Any travel plans for the holidays for you? Do you like travel during the holidays?

Where I’ve Been: 2012

Cinco Dias: Reality Check

When life gets real hard, or I feel like I’m limbo, or overwhelmed I can’t organize my thoughts into a cohesive post.

I want to write, but I hold back. I feel:

Dramatic. Ridiculous. Uninspired.

I’m my biggest critic. I criticize every post I type, to the point that I hinder authenticity at times.

Mostly my circumstances recently have made me feel:

Frustrated. Guilty. Childish. Like One who Lacks Faith.

The Cancerian in me wants to crawl into my crabby shell and come back out with more confidence. More than half of the time, I write to inspire myself. To soothe my worrywart mentality, to remind myself that I’m not the first or the last to transition to a new city, to push myself to have a better outlook when things aren’t going according to my schedule.

I won’t sit here and brag like I’m the most positive person ever. God’s still working on me.

I call myself a realist, which in my eyes is the happy medium to between an optimist and pessimist. But time and time again, I get the same test of faith. And I fail in my eyes.

This past week in my new city has taken me up and down. I’m over the honeymoon stage, I did realize that much.

My first encounter with this City happened on the eve of my 24th birthday. I was in a serious relationship then, younger, in a dead-end job that was barely paying me enough to take 2 week vacations that left me wanting more. But I was working towards goals, so that kept me going.

Initially, I got really good feelings and vibes from this place. There’s lots of culture, history, and growth happening.

I still feel that way.

Me, at 23

Today, the good vibes are still in the air. Although I want to fast forward through this time known as graduate school, I know that this discipline, time and commitment is for my own good.

Like the motto from the last post: No one said it would be easy… but I have no doubt it’s worth it.

Being out of my comfort zone has also opened my eyes to other truths.

If someone happens to ask me for the time, I am inclined to shake my head and say “Sorry, I don’t have it.”

When I get off the metro and walk on the sidewalk in certain neighborhoods, I’m holding my clutch purse to my person and walking purposely and rapidly.

I will probably never enjoy listening to music in my headphones traveling at night.

I will think twice when I wear my flashy little watch, especially at night.

Purchasing mace online is on my To Do List.

Call me paranoid, or someone who’s OD-ing. This is City life sometimes. I take safe over sorry any day.

So Life, I have no idea where you are taking me for the next 2 years. But I’m gonna keep walking. And when I can’t walk anymore, I’m going to TRUST that He will carry me.




Cinco Dias: Reality Check