Suburbia.

In less than 12 days I will be leaving a life that I created in 2006.

Going back to suburbia. A place where things never really change much. 

It's comforting in a sense. It's crazy. Six years have come and gone. With each passing academic year, it seemed as though time was inching by every so slowly. Now as I sift through memories, old assignments, and photos, I realize how time really does fly. Chile......I can remember vividly sitting in the car and telling my mother goodbye my freshman year. The entire move I was full of excitement. But when it was time for her to leave, I lost it. TEAR FEST. Here I am, six years later, taking it all in. I've thrown much of my material memories (assignments, books, papers, binders) away. There are people that I hope to see in the coming week. Then there are those whose memories shall suffice. Now isn't the time to revel in past friendships and courtesies. I simply want to have a grand old time ;-) Last night was fun. Ate some sushi (a California roll with cream cheese!Yall know iont really mess with sushi sushi) and went to GasWerks. People watching. I was wildly amused. I have fully accepted my membership into the Unfriendly Black Hotties Association.

Going back to suburbia. A place where things never really change much

One of my best friends from high school is still there. She is in grad school and living at home with her papa! Although, college has separated us, over the past few years. Gabriella is still my boo thang. We don't talk often but when we do it's as though no time has passed. I love it. Can't wait to see Peter either!! He is another person where time stands still. He left the greatest voicemail in reference to a classmate being engaged. It was all types of rude and wonderful at the same d*mn time. Told Remes I was coming back too! She is excited. She's like the little sister I never wanted. I kid, I kid. ((She doesn't read my blog, so it's cool))

Since I'm still playing the waiting game with pharmacy school, this year at home would be interesting. It would be the first time since high school that I wouldn't have my own space. Needless to say, I'm relishing my time in my apartment. I'm excited to be up under my mommie again even though she informed me that she has a list of things around the house that she would like me to look into. Girl what? The first few days back, I plan on sleeping. I will also be able to play with my llittle kitten, Monnie! He is in fact not a kitten. He is in fact a full grown cat. Is this how it feels as a parent: never wanting to acknowledge that your child is an adult? I just equated my cat to a child and myself as I parent. I'm just gonna leave that there.

Going back to suburbia. A place where things never really change much

I'm really going to miss my job. It has been an experience working there. These last few days have been absolutely ridiculously busy((perhaps they know I'm leaving!) I wouldve worked there for two years come September!! Wowzers!  My co-workers. We are a dysfunctional group...but it works. I'm definitely going to miss them. Who else are they going to blame when the counting tray has been haphazardly placed on a back shelf? Who else are they going to question upon leaving if they left anything? Who else is going to accidentally leave their keys, phone, phone charger (these happened at different times) in the pharmacy?  Who else are they going to discuss the pros and cons of being a baseball wife with? As you can see I was definitely an asset to the team. Most of all, I'm going to miss my customers. Wish I could tell yall their names. Look at me respecting the HIPAA laws. I'm a Future Pharmacist of America. What did you expect? There are some characters that come to that pharmacy. There's nothing like getting cussed out on your first day? But it's those customers that I know by name and the customers that let me have a glimpse at their personal lives, that make that job great. It is also what makes me want to continue my education!!

I say all of that to say, I'm going to miss this place. Columbus. The Ohio State University. My friends. I am excited to return to suburbia. Perhaps this will coincide with me finding out what this year has in store ;-)

Have Peace and Give Thanks

Today is Thanksgiving.
In 4th grade, it was a simple holiday about turkeys made out of construction paper, friendly pilgrims, and welcoming Native Americans.
At 23, it's about delicious food and acknowledging the pillaging and ignorance of our forefathers.
Isn't Amurica great?!

I could say that I am thankful for this life and what a blessing it is to be alive in these times....but that goes without saying. God knows my heart :-)

Instead, I'll say this......Sometimes I get so wrapped up in what went wrong, what I don't have, what I want, and other ridiculousness that I forget to breathe. Forget to take a moment and just be still. I'm a worrier. But when worrying got me nowhere, I began to lean heavily on my faith. Leaving everything in Jesus's hand. I can't move mountains. But I can wake up everyday and try again. So on this day, I am simply thankful for peace.

The quarter is almost over and I have a million and one things to complete. Let's pray that time, energy, and focus are on my side because baybeee..........this list of things to accomplish seems to never end. However, my personal statement is DONE. YES. Dunzo. Which means my pharmacy school application is one recommendation and PCAT score from being complete. Listen...Jesus shows up and shows out, don't he?!?! January 10th and June 10th, 2012 have been boldly circled and highlighted on every calendar I own, PCAT and graduation, respectively.

........let's ride this thang on out. 

*courtesy of http://rewritingherstory.com/2011/10/monday-motivation-keep-the-peace/ *

Broken

I fractured my foot yesterday. I'm on crutches. I am soo over the little things. Getting dressed, bathing, and simply waking up are chores. My body is tired. Walking on crutches is a cardio workout that I never want to experience again. Not being able to walk has opened my eyes to a whole new world. Thank God and legislation for handicapped bathrooms, railings, and ramps. I'm realizing that my apartment really isn't ideal for one with a temporary handicap. There are 5 stairs that separate me from the entrance to my apartment complex and my apartment door. I loathe them. I haven't quite mastered them. I can't blame anyone but myself. I am fiercely independent and this fractured foot won't let me great. I'm not sure if these tears are due to PMS or the fact that my daily life has become one huge chore. I can't call it and I can't really worry about it. I have two finals, Monday and Tuesday respectively. I wish I could drive. At least, I would be able to go to work  Money is the motive
I'm sick of talking about how I hurt my foot. I'm sick of people thinking my clumsy tale is funny. When you actually hear your bone break.....it's not really a laughing matter. I'm sick of people asking if I need anything (let's be honest....who's really gonna follow through?...I'll wait. People say things because those are the nice things you are supposed to say. I'm convinced most people don't mean it when they are actually called to action *shrugs*)
My follow up appointment on Thursday is the light at the end of this clumsy tunnel.
The only thing is there are 120 hours between now and then. 

Too much. Not Enough

• It's Week 3 of this glorious quarter. I wanna start it over again. I just need a few more hours in my day and I'm sure I could actually tackle my to-do list.
• Use your words or say nothing at all. Simple.
• There's a difference between being non-confrontational and not being able to confront people at all. I know where I fall. ((trust and believe))
• I need to put this on a shirt: Finish the deal or chalk it up. <<<this seems to be the theme of the season. I need everyone to hop on board.
• Thinking back on my years in undergrad....I would do it all again, in the same skin I'm in. Even the not so shiny, fun parts. It's amazing how the cookies crumble and sometimes come back together. ;-)
• Asset or liability: where do you fall?!
• She mentioned your name. I softened. I caught my breath in my throat. I guess there will always be a soft spot for what could've been. I have no problem admitting it. #noshame. However, I'm not acting on it. What's meant to be will be and what's not meant to be will be just that. #chalkedup ;-)
• I'm convinced some songs are written specifically for me and my situation like Mariah's Emancipation of MiMi album ((yes the whole album..Lol)) and Adele's Someone Like You and Turning  Tables. ((I may have to write an entire post about songs that  speak to my entire soul))
• I love this life. Sometimes I am absolutely spent. But what do I really have to complain about?! Exactly. It could be sooooo much worse. So glad its not!
• More sleep. More studying. Less eating. More flirting. More money. More drinks. More good times. Less drama. More exercise. More smiles. More memories. <<< I'm down 

Lesson of the Day

Communication is key.
Closed mouths don't get fed.
You never know until you ask.

This is what I learned today. I realize that this isn't groundbreaking. It isn't new. But sometimes it's little moments between friends that remind you of the simple things.