After work ended at UCLA, I moved back to my childhood home in San Jose. It's where I lived and went to school since I was 17, but its essentially a new place-- while I was living in L.A., my family redid the kitchen, got new windows, doors, got new dining furniture and living room furniture and my younger brother took my old room.
Instead of working, I'm taking 3 classes (Spanish 4, French 4, and Federal Income Tax) at a community college in Cupertino.
So far I've gotten three interview invitations for medical school and already booked a flight to NY for the week before Thanksgiving.
I'm sort of seeing this guy (for anonymity, let's call him Jake).
My mom hurt her back really bad so I drive my brother to and from his high school (6 miles away) and run an assload of errands all the time.
THE NON-FACTS, BUT NOT REALLY LIES SO I GUESS YOU CAN CALL THEM OPINIONS BUT THAT SOUNDS A LITTLE STRANGE:
It's hard moving to a new place and sort of starting over, finding your niche. But it's a million times harder RE-moving to someplace you've been before. It's not what it used to be, and it's not what you want it to be. Nothing feels right.
The first day I moved back, I was so frustrated because I couldn't find the fucking aluminum foil. I've lived in this house for seventeen years and can run down the stairs with my eyes closed, but I could not for the freaking life of me find the aluminum foil. Having dinner with my own family even felt odd. Where do I sit? The round glass table I remembered is now a long rectangular wood-marble monstrosity.
When I moved away, my brother took my old room and converted his old room to an office. Now my room is the former office reconverted into a bedroom. For some reason the room gave me super allergies and I had to do a Haz Mat clean-down of it.
I love taking classes, I really do. But being at a jc in San Jose after you've just graduated from UCLA... well, it sucks. Like, a lot. It reminds me too much of high school in the way people dress and talk. DeAnza could TOTALLY be a lousy tv show about high school. Like Gossip Girl, but ghetto. And not remotely sexy, interesting, or glamorous. At all.
The med school interviews freaked me out more than they excited me. I tend to not make a good first impression and I can't win the admissions committee over by bringing a bottle of lambic like I can at parties. I haven't practiced interview questions yet, but I HAVE chosen my outfit. Priorities, people.
And Jake. He's been one good thing about moving to San Jose. We haven't had "The Talk" yet and like my idol Robin Scherbatsky, I am in noooo rush to. Things are good, we have fun with each other, and his friends love me. His friends might like me a little too much though. At a party, his drunk best friend pulled me aside and said that if it weren't for Jake, he (the best friend) would ask me out. Très awkward, especially because he kinda smelled like Cheetos. And if it's not Flamin' Hot, I do not want.
That's now my #2 motto. Right behind "Get money, fuck bitches."
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"It's hard moving to a new place and sort of starting over, finding your niche. But it's a million times harder RE-moving to someplace you've been before. It's not what it used to be, and it's not what you want it to be. Nothing feels right."
A-fucking-men. I love you. And Cheetos.
I totally went through this after I graduated college, and my brother is still going through it now. The transition is HARD. Be good to yourself, walk away when you feel yourself losing patience, and visit LA often. Hope that helps!
ignoring the important dwelling and contemplative thoughts, do you still have the GMFB sandals that minh and i made for you??
HP and Amanda- I knew you guys would understand. <3
Thea- Heck yeah I still have them.
Hi! I moved home to go to school too! And, I dunno...it's okay...? I really miss living on my own, and living at home, kinda puts a damper on boyfriend sleeping over time...if you know what I mean (do you know what I mean? you do. do you?) it is what it is, a way to save money and really I should be grateful.
Smelling like Cheetos doesn't seem like it'd be that bad, unless the reason was because he ate entirely too many Cheetos on a daily basis, then it'd be pretty weird.
no, i'm with you. if he would have smelled like doritos, especially cool ranch, he may have been the one to go with. but not cheetos, no way,this is not middle school.
robin in your idol?!
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