It's been a while, which makes it even harder to blog right now.
Because I've been busy, and kept procrastinating on doing this, now there's just a ridiculous amount to talk about. I haven't felt this overwhelmed with things to write about in a while. I would have to start all the way at a month ago, which is what makes this kind of a head scratchy moment.
So, a month's gone by since I got back to Philly. After a ridiculous amount of uncertainty on whether or not it was really going to end up happening or not, a lot of obstacles and nervousness, I finally made it. Add 22 hours of travel, and you have that adventure summed up.
The reason I never got around to another installment of "Musings from the sky," is because I lost my journal I was transcribing my thoughts in right at the last moment. I had it at the airport in Riyadh, jotted down a bunch of hilarity on the 7-ish hour flight to Heathrow. Wrote some more in the 8 hours spent in Heathrow, and then a bunch more on the 7-ish hour flight to Philadelphia. There was a bunch of stuff in there, I obviously don't remember much of it at this point. How ironic though, to lose it in the taxi cab that brought me to my final destination? At least I think that's where I dropped it.
Final destination of travel being my ex roomate's couch, of course. A month of sleeping on that monstrosity, oh boy. A whole another test in of itself.
Not to mention the initial shenanigans that I was subjected to, namely registering for classes within 48 hours. At Community College, mind you. Some have had better luck finding needles in haystacks.
But I made it, like I always have. Always do?
Don't call it a come back. Well, do call it that though, actually... because things felt so different after finally being here again. No amount of preparing myself and bracing myself according to expectations really... helped. When you're finally faced with the shit you've been bracing yourself for, for the past 8 months or so, it's like being blindsided.
Finally moved, though. Have a room, a completely new place. New people. Change can be ... unnerving. Uncertainty seldom isn't. This has been pleasant, however. Something I'm looking forward to, something I've been looking forward to. I mean, obviously. One does not simply turn their lives around. Or attempt to, anyway.
And uh, that's that, I guess? Kinda unfortunate I can't remember any of the funny shit I wrote down, especially because I kinda enjoy the whole "musings from a plane" thing. It was kinda like, my thing, you know? A habit, a routine. And we're creatures of habit... or routine.
Oh well. Gotta figure out if this queen sized fucking bed can be put back together or not. Oh, that's right, my damn bed broke. "Get a queen sized bed," she said. Oh, so much fun for a college student whose always moving. Great f'n idea.
Holla at cha boi. That is all. End of transmission.
Because I've been busy, and kept procrastinating on doing this, now there's just a ridiculous amount to talk about. I haven't felt this overwhelmed with things to write about in a while. I would have to start all the way at a month ago, which is what makes this kind of a head scratchy moment.
So, a month's gone by since I got back to Philly. After a ridiculous amount of uncertainty on whether or not it was really going to end up happening or not, a lot of obstacles and nervousness, I finally made it. Add 22 hours of travel, and you have that adventure summed up.
The reason I never got around to another installment of "Musings from the sky," is because I lost my journal I was transcribing my thoughts in right at the last moment. I had it at the airport in Riyadh, jotted down a bunch of hilarity on the 7-ish hour flight to Heathrow. Wrote some more in the 8 hours spent in Heathrow, and then a bunch more on the 7-ish hour flight to Philadelphia. There was a bunch of stuff in there, I obviously don't remember much of it at this point. How ironic though, to lose it in the taxi cab that brought me to my final destination? At least I think that's where I dropped it.
Final destination of travel being my ex roomate's couch, of course. A month of sleeping on that monstrosity, oh boy. A whole another test in of itself.
Not to mention the initial shenanigans that I was subjected to, namely registering for classes within 48 hours. At Community College, mind you. Some have had better luck finding needles in haystacks.
But I made it, like I always have. Always do?
Don't call it a come back. Well, do call it that though, actually... because things felt so different after finally being here again. No amount of preparing myself and bracing myself according to expectations really... helped. When you're finally faced with the shit you've been bracing yourself for, for the past 8 months or so, it's like being blindsided.
Finally moved, though. Have a room, a completely new place. New people. Change can be ... unnerving. Uncertainty seldom isn't. This has been pleasant, however. Something I'm looking forward to, something I've been looking forward to. I mean, obviously. One does not simply turn their lives around. Or attempt to, anyway.
And uh, that's that, I guess? Kinda unfortunate I can't remember any of the funny shit I wrote down, especially because I kinda enjoy the whole "musings from a plane" thing. It was kinda like, my thing, you know? A habit, a routine. And we're creatures of habit... or routine.
Oh well. Gotta figure out if this queen sized fucking bed can be put back together or not. Oh, that's right, my damn bed broke. "Get a queen sized bed," she said. Oh, so much fun for a college student whose always moving. Great f'n idea.
Holla at cha boi. That is all. End of transmission.
