So I'm back. And with the same story to tell. So much for the fun exotic life south of the border. The last time I've actually seen real beach sand was oh, May? I can't even say with certainty that the sun has come out lately becasue I've spent approximately 90% of my time cooped up in front of the computer translating a book that makes no sense. Is this where I start second guessing my choices? Ok, I'm still happy I decided to come down here to study, but why, OH WHY, did I choose to translate Yolanda Oreamuno into English, when it takes a philosopher to truly understand what she is saying in Spanish. I'm an overachiever, thats why. I think its about time I stopped that nonsense. No but seriously, besides the lack of any sort of vacation (even for a day) in the past 4 months, besides the fact that I have never felt so overwhelmed and tired of studying in my life, besides the fact that I still have 5 weeks to go of this, besides the fact that now I am experiencing homesickness, I still love it here. I still enjoy the program and I am still learning more about translation each day. However, I truly believe the only reason I am still here, and will still come back in January after my long needed, long awaited vacation, is because I only have one year left. I'm be an idiot to give up now, right? Besides...I'm not a quitter. I'm tired, stressed, overwhelmed, lonely, lazy, lethargic, depressed even, but I'm not a quitter. One year. Its not so bad.
I have rediscoverd the genius that is Damien Rice these last few days. How I missed his incredible lyrics before I'll never know. I can sit and listen to Cannonball for hours on repeat without growing tired. In fact I'm going to play it on right now..."Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth..." It never ceases to amaze me how there are songs that cut right down to the core of a person without one realizing. It just takes one new experience and a song can mean something totally different than just a few days before.
I'm getting a roommate. That is honestly the most exciting news I've had to tell since my trip to the Dominican Republic back in April, well or maybe my trip back to North Carolina for Carlee's wedding in June. I guess that was quite exciting too. Anyway, back to the roommate. I started looking about two months ago I suppose and although people called, there was always some reason they didn't work out. But I guess in the end it was part of God's plan because the girl that called is awesome. We have about everything in common, she lives in San Diego, so basically I'm already jealous of her, and she plays tennis. Practically from the night she first came over we got along so I'm very excited about her moving in. It will be like having my girls close again, only, she's new and we're a lot alike, which I could really only ever say about Carlee I suppose. But who wants only friends that are the same in all aspects. How boring that would make life. Lauren, Char'Lee, Carlee and I were so different in so many aspects but we complemented each other and that is what made it and still makes it work. We were the complete package, everything from hair colour down to personality.
I really need to go back to the gym. It has now been over two months since I've even gone for a run and I'm feeling it. My shoulders are tense and I'm cranky. The gym and even just running always makes me feel good about myself. I'll start again soon, I know I will, I just need to get the energy and that will come the day I finally finish this semester. Then I think, hey, if this one was so bad, only my second semester of grad school, what will the next to be like. Better to not think of that right now. I feel it though when I go and play tennis, or when I throw the football for long periods of time. P.S. I've totally learned how to spiral a football perfectly. So pretty. But after about 30 minutes my arm wants to fall off. After 30 minutes of tennis I feel like a 50 year old smoker. I can't breath, my legs hurt, and I can't lift my arm over my head to serve anymore. Man I sound like I'm 50. What happened to me. 24 has caught up on me. Only 5 more months until I'm 25. 5 more months until I won't be cheated out of another $20 a day just to rent a car to visit the loves of my life in N.C. That is a day I am looking forward too.
And maybe New Years. Should I be excited for New Years? Can you believe its only two months away? Where did 2009 go? Last New Years I was in California. I went to eat with Julie, Kathy and...Justin...I think we ate at CPK? Maybe. I remember not even being excited as midnight struck. I think I said, yay now I can go to bed. I'm only 24 and yet I sound like I'm ready to kick it. I need some spark in my life. A reason to get excited again. I need a new adventure. A new interest. A new obsession. And I need a vacation. The beach. The sun. A book. And my iPod. Maybe I'll dream about that tonight...
