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Hello from Alvarado Parkside!
That's my new apartment complex and I'm almost completely moved in. It's so surreal that I'm living in an apartment. I don't have to carry my shampoo/towel to the bathroom to take a shower, I can eat when i want to eat, I have to cook for myself...strange!
And I'm feeling pretty grown-up today. I went grocery shopping today and bought food with my own money, and then I came back and cooked it! Lunch went ok, but dinner was kind of gross...oh well, I'll improve. Heh, I'm such a bad cook and so awkward in the kitchen. My mom has kind of declined to teach me to cook, instead feeling as though I know how genetically...so I just try to remember how my parents do things and then copy them from memory. But yeah, cooking is probably the hardest part of being here.
I'm really happy with my room. I have high ceilings and a pretty large room. I was lucky enough to have the previous occupant, Sean, want to leave his bed and desk for me, so I just bought a chair and a dresser from IKEA. And my parents came down to buy me stuff, so I got a bunch of food and stuff out of it. My mom was pretty funny while we were in Sam's Club because she saw the alcohol section and wanted to buy me some because it was so cheap. So now I have a handle of Skyy and a handle of Margarita mix with Tequila in it. Delicious!
Tomorrow I think I'm going to start work. I have three jobs this year: Event Coordinator for Student Programs & Activities Center, Peer Advisor for the English Department, and Program Coordinator for Campus Unions Programs. Two of my jobs are kind of already in full swing: the other Program Coordinators have already been working for like two weeks, and Event Coordinating will start tomorrow. I hope I get to work a lot of hours so that this month will fly by and school will start without having to wait for so long. And I am determined to start studying for the GREs, even though I have no idea when I'll go to grad school. Eh, whatever.
I'm trying to take one day at a time and I'm refusing to let myself get depressed. Honestly, it was really hard to move in, but now I feel more like this might be home, like this year might be ok. We'll see.
That's my new apartment complex and I'm almost completely moved in. It's so surreal that I'm living in an apartment. I don't have to carry my shampoo/towel to the bathroom to take a shower, I can eat when i want to eat, I have to cook for myself...strange!
And I'm feeling pretty grown-up today. I went grocery shopping today and bought food with my own money, and then I came back and cooked it! Lunch went ok, but dinner was kind of gross...oh well, I'll improve. Heh, I'm such a bad cook and so awkward in the kitchen. My mom has kind of declined to teach me to cook, instead feeling as though I know how genetically...so I just try to remember how my parents do things and then copy them from memory. But yeah, cooking is probably the hardest part of being here.
I'm really happy with my room. I have high ceilings and a pretty large room. I was lucky enough to have the previous occupant, Sean, want to leave his bed and desk for me, so I just bought a chair and a dresser from IKEA. And my parents came down to buy me stuff, so I got a bunch of food and stuff out of it. My mom was pretty funny while we were in Sam's Club because she saw the alcohol section and wanted to buy me some because it was so cheap. So now I have a handle of Skyy and a handle of Margarita mix with Tequila in it. Delicious!
Tomorrow I think I'm going to start work. I have three jobs this year: Event Coordinator for Student Programs & Activities Center, Peer Advisor for the English Department, and Program Coordinator for Campus Unions Programs. Two of my jobs are kind of already in full swing: the other Program Coordinators have already been working for like two weeks, and Event Coordinating will start tomorrow. I hope I get to work a lot of hours so that this month will fly by and school will start without having to wait for so long. And I am determined to start studying for the GREs, even though I have no idea when I'll go to grad school. Eh, whatever.
I'm trying to take one day at a time and I'm refusing to let myself get depressed. Honestly, it was really hard to move in, but now I feel more like this might be home, like this year might be ok. We'll see.