Driving

Apparently, I'm an emotional driver.

I'm sure it started only recently, when I started to have to endure traffic on a regular basis and my sleeping hours diminished as working hours piled on. I thought I would be happy to have a job (or two), but I admit it: I'm miserable. It's been only one day of working two jobs at once, and two nights of thinking about quitting one, and I am an emotional wreck. And it doesn't help that the water turned off in the middle of my shower and that twice in one week I almost hit another car (neither time my fault)! And then, people stop at a red light on a two-lane road and don't signal left until the light turns green, leaving the non-turning driver behind to have to wait or go to the right lane--in which case waiting might still be required. Impatience most likely plays a huge role in this. I was doing so well with developing better patience, too!

So I haven't written in about a month, and I haven't read (for pleasure) in about a year... and a half? Or two? I could say that I wasted my whole summer, but I didn't!
I miss China and the daily adventures we had. Heck, I even miss the classes a little bit. Frankly, China wouldn't have been the same experience had we not had class, so yay! I don't even know if I'm making sense. My writing is extremely rusty, sorry.

Lately, I have been playing Words with Friends more often than I should. I also baked quite frequently, until D went back to school. Since then, we have baked only once, but that turned out quite deliciously. I still want to make the very lemony crunch cake and the coffee and hazelnut cake before I move back into the dorm on Sunday, though.
Oh, the dorm. I cannot say I haven't been missing school. I must also admit that I miss being around crowds of people sometimes. I can't wait to start classes again, though I again no longer know what to do in terms of academics and major(s)/ minor(s). Goodness me.

I don't really feel like writing anymore because I'm ashamed of my regression. :(

But here's a song I heard on the radio and fell in love with during the drive home today.

I can't say that the lyrics ring true to me, though, because apparently, I'm way too predictable and transparent... Go figure!

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