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Bonjour, nouvelle année

It’s week 4 of 2014 and I came to the realization recently that this is the first year in a while that I do not already have vacation plans set. Last year when 2013 started I had a flight to London firmly booked and plans in motion for the Eurotrip I did last fall. In 2012, my girl friends and I were set to go to Costa Rica. In 2011, well, I was just fresh off studying abroad so I didn’t necessarily have plans per se going into the year, but I ended up going to the Philippines for half a month in the summer so that was something. But nope, this year I have nothing. (Mind you, a long time ago I set the goal of going to Brazil for the World Cup this summer. Alas, I fear I do not have the funds nor the traveling companions to do so, so I’ve unfortunately let the plan go.) Strangely enough, I feel completely fine about it. It’s kind of a relief to go into a year with nothing major planned. No trips, no weddings to stand up in, nothing. I feel I’m free to spend my money now however which way I want to (which I guess means thinking of more spontaneous trips to go on! LOL). Or, rather, I can now take the time to rein my spending in and really figure out what to do with my big-girl money, because it’s been three years since graduating college and I should probably slow down on the “I’m young wild and free” mentality. Right?

So what have I been doing with my time? For one thing, I’ve been slowly putting up grown up decor around my room to make it seem less like a 12-year-old’s (my boyfriend had been making fun of me for having a poster of the Seven Dwarfs from the Disney movie hanging on my wall). I’ve now got a couple of souvenir prints of Barcelona and Paris up, and a calendar from Paris also hanging. Funny how much in love with Paris I am now, and how much I don’t really admit it to people. Everyone knows me as the Anglophile and that London is sometimes my favorite city in the whole world (it alternates with Chicago, of course). And everyone knows that Anglophiles are not into the romantic French thing like most girls are. For most of my life London was my ideal city, not Paris. I did not like French food, pop culture, the language, the history. And then I went there and secretly fell madly, deeply in love. It just truly is a magical city! I loved London and all last year, it was exactly what I thought it would be, but man oh man Paris just felt more alive when I was there. I blame this wholeheartedly on the fact that the Seine > the Thames. That has to be it.

I’ve also been catching up on my reading. Finally started on Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, and I’m loving it so far. It’s really the first book I’ve read that truly intersects the multiple facets of race and immigration. It’s not just about black people and white people. There’s black Americans and blacks from the Caribbean and the “authentic” Africans. And it’s not just about immigrants in America. I love how it offers a comparison of immigrating to America versus to the U.K. All that good stuff.

Man, I should probably stop gushing and just finish reading the book.

Life is such a blur

So much going on. I seriously can’t handle it but at the same time I am secretly loving the busyness.

I have so many projects overdue at work and it doesn’t help that in the past two weeks I kept getting interrupted by the holidays, snow, and this damn POLAR VORTEX (all of which has either caused my workplace to close for the day or let us go early). I’d like to stay late at the office to churn through them but I have my cousin’s wedding this Saturday, and it is slowly eating up all my free personal time. Friends are in town briefly for the holidays and I try to maintain appearances by showing up to get-togethers and birthday outings. Worst of all, I have finally discovered the enchanting show that is Downton Abbey, and today I had to firmly tell myself NOT to watch any more episodes (I just finished the Christmas special from the second season!).

But like I said…I think secretly I am loving all this activity. I’m quite the odd bee. Oh 2014!

Bloglovin

So I discovered this little online community-type of sorts. Follow my blog with Bloglovin.

(Yes, this is all in a vain attempt to resurrect my blogging habit…)

Still going

Some random awesome things I found on the Internet tonight:

Back from the dead (my laptop, that is)

I’m not really quite sure how to describe the past few months of my life. Certainly there have been a lot of ups and downs. Overwhelming whirlwinds. A roller coaster of emotions, experiences, and everything else. You get the gist. Since I last blogged, I:

  • Turned 24. Made my boyfriend take me to Navy Pier, friends came out to celebrate, family took me to Joe’s Crab Shack like I requested. It was a good birthday overall. (Do I sound spoiled and like a princess there? Oh dear…)
  • Had a lot of things happen at work. Not sure how to phrase them, but August and September were crazy months at the office. I was in and out for a variety of reasons, projects piled on like crazy, and the stress became so overwhelming in the weeks before my Eurotrip. At a tradeshow in Chicago literally the week before I flew out, the AC adapter for my laptop frizzed out. My laptop became unusable since it’s nearly four years old and the battery has degenerated into a piece of shit. In fact, today was the day a new adapter arrived and I’m actually typing on my computer for the first time in a month (in fact, it’s largely a reason why I hadn’t blogged since August). I had waited until coming back from my trip to order a new one, since what would have been the point to order it and have it arrive when I wasn’t even home?
  • Speaking of, I went on a Eurotrip. In the grand scheme of things, it was an amazing time. However, I will admit that every day was a struggle. There were a few days that I felt extremely low. So much so, I had a profound breakdown at the airport in Casablanca, Morocco. Couldn’t stop crying for about a good 12 hours. But no, I can not say that it was a terrible experience. It was something I’m glad I did in the end. After all, how often do you get photo opps like this one?

    A neat view of the Eiffel Tower

    I will have to go into detail about my two weeks traveling through Europe another time. You’re probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me and why was I crying for 12 hours at the airport. Actually, I’m still wondering that too.

  • Came home from Europe to find a life full of…nothing. No friends, no plans, no real activity. Just a boyfriend who works undesirable hours because of his job (police officer) and therefore have been unable to hang out with him as much as I would like. I think this is the bullet that is making me feel rather low again. As much as I love (yikes, I just said that out loud here) my man, a girl needs girl friends. And right now I am feeling rather lacking of such things. I can’t be venting mundane womanly items to him all the time. That’s just cruel.
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