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?
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.