Soft Rant
This post isn’t going to be about anything in particular. No new gadgets, no movies, no overly colored Chick Lit books.
Maybe I’m just reminiscing times past and just in the mood to look back and be happy/grateful/weepy/angry/emotionless. I feel like my life has been occurring in sets that last two years long each. I went to Hong Kong for two years and that definitely changed my life. I had my freedom and my new toys and new people and old customs and great relatives. I had everything I could have possibly wanted in HK - all except what I had gone there for. I had gone there for education and instead came back with no degree, a great experience in setting up a fantastic debate organization, and handfuls of spectacular friends. Oh, that and all that worldly, eye-opening rush of what was a new, big city and the exchange of one of the greatest places in the world.
I came back to Cupertino for two years where I had to break back in to the bubble life that surrounds this city. Actually, no. I felt like I was living in my own bubble within this larger bubble. Nothing fazed me anymore - it was comfortable, it was home, and it was not changing. I thought these two years would never end. The prospect of starting all that school again, of retaking basic courses and reliving what I thought was hell after my freedom - all of that was horrible, yes. Horrible, but only to an extent. I made new friends, reacquainted with old ones and explored all those deliciously alcoholic places that I could now get into with my grand 21-year-old status. I feel like the last two years have been so repetitive: School, Work, Drink. Repeat. Apply, Lather, Rinse. Repeat. Just routine that I’ve been running through these past 20-something months.
Now, though. Now I am going to another city again and I’ll be there for two more years. San Diego, here I come. Maybe I’m placing too high of hopes on this new place. But holy crap, I am so excited to be leaving home. I know everybody else is finally home and it’s all nice and dandy and we get to hang out all the time. I do love you all, but effing shit I can’t stay at home any longer. I could go on a parental/angsty/teeanger-sounding rant right now, but I’ll remain slightly mature - I hope.
What I’m most excited for, though, is a place of my own for once (well with my awesome roomie, Ju!). The prospect of being able to have my own goddamn room and my own bathroom and a place to really call home that is a home to me and not a theater of perfect daughter-ness, THAT is what I’m looking forward to. I’m so excited for that I even want to pre-decorate. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy this time at home I guess. Live for the moment, right? All that good jazz, etc, etc.
On top of all of that, I’m excited for the change that will come after San Diego. That’s the one I’m looking forward to the most. Til then, I’ll enjoy my night after night of drinking and simple pleasures. Hurray for at least those. Oh, and great company. Cheers to that, too.
