July 2013

I dislike that I'm in a state where I cannot make any plans.  I should be moving within a month but everything is up in the air since I don't have a place to live yet.  Finding a place in NYC is difficult as I imagined but trying to get through all the applications is uglier than I thought.  Huge props to my brother, who is already out there, for meeting with different real estate brokers to find a good place where both of us will be able to conveniently get to work. 

Another thing that has been driving me crazy is selling and emptying my apartment.  I lived here for a year but I've lived in Utah for almost five years now, which means I have accommodated LOTS of stuff.  I listed some furniture and kitchen stuff online to sell but I'm mostly worried about my car.  My Goldie, who I desperately wish I could take with me...although I would be too scared to drive it anywhere in NY.  I've met with some strangers this past week to show my car and to answer questions but no one has gotten back to me.  They all seemed satisfied but I guess I just have to be patience.

Few days ago I was emptying my bookcase in the living room.  It was like walking down the memory lane, sorting through dairies, folders from previous classes, books, and notes.  I found many lecture notes that I saved from various education classes over the years.  Looking through them made me realize that I do not need to save those notes anymore.  It was really hard for me to decide but I couldn't carry all of it with me either. 

Back in May, I was torn between two career paths.
I was honored to be accepted into the Urban Institute of Teaching to become an elementary student teacher.  Yet I still wanted to see what it was like to be a child life specialist.  After talking to friends, teachers, parents and mostly my-confused-self about this decision, I decided to go with the 'unknown/unsafe' path that had no guarantee of getting accepted.  But hey, it all worked out :)

So right now my apartment looks like it got hit by a tornado.  I have two boxes of books/folders that I want to send it to my wonderful-and-cute future apartment and I have two piles of books that I don't know if I want to donate/take/giveaway/send-home.  I feel like all this would be much easier if my mom was here with me.  Because I am sort of a hoarder like my dad who get attached to things and have difficult time deciding whether to keep or toss things.  But my mom, she just knows what to do with-----everything!

It feels weird to be tossing all the lecture notes and books that I saved for my future classroom, but I am more than ready to start my internship. 

I'm just crossing my fingers that I will have a place to send these boxes to here in couple weeks or sooner.  Oh geez the life of traveling me... I now have one more place to say when people ask "where are you from?" 

Well this is it for my rant today. 
xoxo,
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