Whelp. It’s almost the end of November. I’ve been writing this post in my head since the 1st. But here we are. Time freaking flies. It’s amazing. Here I am sitting on a plane on my way home for the holiday and no update to mention. Yeah, I know. I’m a terrible blogger. 2016 has been a pretty crazy year. There are quite a few of my facebook friends who insist we don’t even acknowledge this year in the future. But I have to admit, it’s been a pretty memorable one for me. I’ve moved from Hawaii to San Diego to South Carolina. I’ve explored Iceland and Denmark and Estonia and the outer skirts of Germany, and visited Russia and Sweden and Finland. I’ve driven across the United States on an epic road trip and visited famous landmarks and national parks. I’ve crossed the Pacific Ocean and I’ve gotten to visit friends and family across the country. So can I really complain? These are the things that matter. I am so blessed to have the people I do in my life. Regardless of how they got there. I’ve revisited our nation’s Capitol and returned to the greatest city in the world twice (yes, I’m referring to New York). And I still have this weekend and Christmas to enjoy before the year is out.
I’ve been fortunate enough to join my dive family in Florida for an annual Thanksgiving celebration, not to mention surprise my family for my dad and uncle’s birthdays. I’ve reunited with my college roommate and made new friends at my latest job. Of course there has also been failure and total feeling of loss and despair. But mostly joy. At least the stuff I choose to dwell on. And that’s what I think is the key. Why focus on the bad? There’s so much good. Moving for the third time this year was a struggle. Leaving the people I grew to care for and accept was challenging. Returning to academia was a lot harder than I imagined it would be. But there have been a multitude of people who have helped me get where I am. And I am more than grateful for their input. From the 5:30AM wake up calls to wish me well on an exam or just to say hi, to the random texts and messages just that say people are thinking of me and are hoping I am well. Those mean the world to me. Even if I’m not the greatest at conveying that in the moment.
I’m thankful for more than I can ever write about in a blog post. My family plays a huge part in that. As crazy as they drive me at times, they are the best. I don’t care who you are. You don’t beat the genuineness and love that is experienced in my family. I have the best friends. We can not talk for months. And when I pick up the phone in a moment of despair or boredom, they are there for me. I’m a pretty crappy friend. My job takes up a lot of my time. And when I’m not working, I’m kind of burnt out. And a loner. Not in the creepy or bad way. I just like me time. So I screen my calls and texts and eventually, I will get back to you. But aside from the fact that I’m usually asleep before 9PM and I talk to about 2 people on a regular basis (and yes, one of those humans is my mom), my people are still there for me in spite of that. I don’t get invites to go to the opera 500 miles away. But I get videos of my friends being awesome and killing it in their chosen profession. And updates on so and so and what I’ve missed. Like nothing has changed since I left New York. And I’d like to think that as anti-social as I can be, my people do know that I would be there for them in a heartbeat if they truly needed me. It’s funny how that works. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Happy Thanksgiving, Blog World. Always remember. Even when things don’t seem to be going right, there’s always SOMETHING to be thankful for. Hakuna Matata!