| | For the last six months, I've been muddled. I never realized how much I was stressed out about the uncertainty of grad school until recently. Does anyone remeber playing the Nintendo game, Kid Icarus? In the game, if you are shot by a particular type of monster, you are turned into a walking eggplant. That's probably the best way to describe how I've felt. Thankfully, things are settled now with grad school and life has been good to me since.
The other day at dusk, I was driving down the I-99 Alaskan Viaduct that runs along the Puget Sound. It was surreal to see the mountians, water, clouds, and ships all interacting with each other. The lights in the city had just come on and cruising down the highway was a real pleasure. I've been spending as much time as possible with my friends before I move since I know it will be rare to see them all together again. The highlights of my days have become grabbing a cup of Americano and chatting with old friends, even if that means I go on a caffeine high. Suddenly, it's not so much an issue to go talk to the beautiful brunette sitting by herself. Just buy her a rum and coke and see if she likes it.
I seem to be living the 'zen' lifestyle, as I appreciate and realize the present. I'm moving at the end of this month and will be taking two and a half months to travel through most of Asia. The few days that I have left here in Seattle are much more precious to me. I feel the same way I did when I graduated from college and only had two weeks left to enjoy Boston -- live each day purposefully, do all of the things you promised yourself you would do four years ago, and look at everything like it is the last time you will see it. Sadly, it takes a major shakeup in my life to realize something like this.
These four years in Seattle have changed me. When I first moved here, I thought, "Damn, this place can't compare to New York. I can't wait to move back to the East." Now, I find myself dragging my feet a bit as I make preparations to leave. Applying to grad school was the easy part. Leaving my friends and memories is the hard part. |
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