What a year.
This year started out pretty rough. I spent two weeks in California, then promptly flew back to NYC to continue my internship with Gapstow. The next two months were a blur. A lot of arguing, crying, cab rides home at the oddest of hours. I chose not to remember most of winter.
Barcelona was a good break from life. Tapas for every other meal, shopping during the day time, 1AM nightlife, followed by the dreaded check-ins in the morning. Can’t forget about Chupitos.
Coming back to New York was better. I started to rebuild friendships and form new ones. Got plugged back into RCF properly. There were many weekends spent planning or attending club-related activities. It was stressful, yet exciting - there’s that inner-planner part of me that lives for this.
School ended, and I got to go back to California for a few weeks. Multiple beach days, go-karting, SF explorations (including Radiance!), mostly bumming out at home. A well-deserved break from hectic New York life.
Summer was pretty good. Subletted an apartment with Claire, interned at PwC, and spent the weekends out and about in the city. A LOT of weekend brunch. Met a great group of girls from UPenn. There was a YOLO-Rolo. Signed for my first apartment. Went to Disneyworld with PwC. Attended my first wedding. Senior year started shortly after.
Welcome Week was filled with new people. Freshmen trying to figure out their lives, people I probably should have met a long time ago, but never found time to meet. There was a dilemma about whether or not to recruit (I did not). After securing a full-time job, then began the OH-@#$% real-life-is-just-around-the-corner mode.
Price of Life was an eye-opening experience. College so far had been so inwardly focused, about figuring out what I personally wanted to do, what MY future would look like, that I hadn’t taken a serious look outside of the NYC bubble for a long time. Human trafficking is so real, it’s quite frightening. I am thankful that I was able to participate in the campaign, to be educated about how prevalent human and sex trafficking is around the world. I am thankful for the friendships I was able to form over such a short period of time.
Furthering the OH-!@#$%, I found out I had to graduate in December around early November. It was a rather rude, but necessary awakening. I wasn’t ready to leave the college bubble, yet with time the early graduation has become more of a blessing than a curse.
The remaining time I had in college passed incredibly quickly. I cherished the view from Kimmel 7th over looking the Village more and more, and made a point to stop in the staircase to glance out over WSP in the moments between dashing to class or heading out of Kimmel. There’s something revitalizing about being able to look straight up 5th Avenue, to the Empire State building, to the surrounding brownstones around the park, the assortment of street performers, the beaming Arch overlooking the park itself. The view never gets old.
After the last series of final exams, I am done with undergraduate college. LOLWHAT. Though there’s still 2 months left to finish out my Masters in June, it does feel like the end of a chapter.
2013 closed out with a week-long cruise to Mexico with the fam. A few shades darker, more than a few pounds heavier, I am now back in cozy San Jose.
I’ve never been one to keep with resolutions, but just for kicks…
Visit cities in the US, preferably those with friends in college. Travel alone, at least once. Make it to church on time (but actually), and invite someone along. Read. Keep in touch with friends. Make new friends. Take a non-academic class. Catch a sunrise every once in a while.
Most of all, figure yourself out a little more over the next 5 months. Don’t let them go to waste. Do the things you want to do, and commit fully.
Pursue God. Love people.