I emerged from the farmer's market, grinning like a 5 year old kid, with the remains of my morning chocolate gelato smeared all over my face. More evidence of my morning reward was dribbled down the front of my sweater. And I thought to myself, this is the best phase of my life. I have minimal responsibility, a great job that I like, and because of aforementioned minimal responsibility I can do what I want when I want to do it.
This week was filled with my extracurricular activities: volleyball, tennis, dance class. Its like I am indulging in every afterschool past time my parents may have deprived me of. I love it! I am a twenty something kid with a checking account.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Meditation
I went to my first meditation class on Thursday and it was fabulous, like cleaning out the attic except I was cleaning out my brain.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Peace Corps Update
In my effort to join the Peace Corps while still leading a busy life (causing me to procrastinate incredibly on the paperwork), I am still in the midst of the nomination process. A few things have slowed me down, namely the fact that I'm treasuring the moments I am having with friends in DC right now, life is hectic, and work has been busy. But I got what *should* be the last of my medical info over to them last week.
After yoga on Sunday, I went to coffee with a girlfriend who had volunteered to answer any questions I had about Peace Corps as she served in China. My one question for her was: "How do you deconstruct your life here and go somewhere else?" Tonight as I am looking at the application toolkit there are all sorts of checklists. Checklists for making sure you get your medical forms in, your legal stuff taken care, and so on. Where's the checklist for "How do you transplant your life to another continent?" It seems the harder things in life do not come with checklists.
My friend's simple answer was: "You just do."
After yoga on Sunday, I went to coffee with a girlfriend who had volunteered to answer any questions I had about Peace Corps as she served in China. My one question for her was: "How do you deconstruct your life here and go somewhere else?" Tonight as I am looking at the application toolkit there are all sorts of checklists. Checklists for making sure you get your medical forms in, your legal stuff taken care, and so on. Where's the checklist for "How do you transplant your life to another continent?" It seems the harder things in life do not come with checklists.
My friend's simple answer was: "You just do."
Friday, October 1, 2010
The Talk
Last night the most hilarious thing happened, at least in terms of dating relationships. Back in late May, I had a blind date with a guy who amazingly, despite my streak of bad dates, was not crazy and in fact met two out of three of my deal breakers. For some people, serious things like religion or family values are deal breakers. Not me: 1) Must live in DC. (This has actually been surprisingly difficult); 2) Must share my politics; 3) Must like to travel.
Enter Blind Date Boy. We've been dating since our late May connection through mutual friends. He's the first boy I've dated since I've lived in DC who both lives in the District and has a full-time job. He meets my first two deal breakers but is not as much of a traveler as I am. But I've been doing enough travel these days for the both of us so that one's OK right now.
Anyway I've been avoiding "the talk" which I've learned is referred to as the State of the Relationship address, DTR for Define the Relationship, and any myraid of other names. Every time I bring this up with a friend they're like "Wha??? You haven't had the talk?" Um, no.
So the funny thing last night is he brought up the talk as in we haven't had it, we laughed about how we haven't had "the talk," and then we still didn't have the talk. I like hanging out with him, he likes hanging out with me, end of story.
Enter Blind Date Boy. We've been dating since our late May connection through mutual friends. He's the first boy I've dated since I've lived in DC who both lives in the District and has a full-time job. He meets my first two deal breakers but is not as much of a traveler as I am. But I've been doing enough travel these days for the both of us so that one's OK right now.
Anyway I've been avoiding "the talk" which I've learned is referred to as the State of the Relationship address, DTR for Define the Relationship, and any myraid of other names. Every time I bring this up with a friend they're like "Wha??? You haven't had the talk?" Um, no.
So the funny thing last night is he brought up the talk as in we haven't had it, we laughed about how we haven't had "the talk," and then we still didn't have the talk. I like hanging out with him, he likes hanging out with me, end of story.
It's October
So... wow! Time has flown by. I moved about 6 weeks ago & am loving fall in this big, old DC brownstone. I am now exactly 1 block from my favorite bar in my neighborhood and 2 blocks from the grocery store. Life is convenient, what can I say? The best part though is the girls I'm living with. After living alone, its great to have the easygoing, fun company of this bunch.
Work has been *crazy* with travel and just general craziness lately but I am going to try to re-commit to the blog this month as I'm not on travel. Fall is in the air too and that's my favorite season to write about. Stay tuned!
Work has been *crazy* with travel and just general craziness lately but I am going to try to re-commit to the blog this month as I'm not on travel. Fall is in the air too and that's my favorite season to write about. Stay tuned!
