cIt’s been a week and half since I graduated and I definitely am so over college. How do I know? Because as I was talking about visiting Kathy, she suggested that I go to classes with her on her LDOC…and I found the idea appalling. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kathy and I’ll probably end up going as a result…but really, I could not be more ready to move on. I loved Duke and all and I felt a blow nostalgia when I saw the tips of the Chapel as I was driving to citizenship interview in Durham. Yet the idea of going back to being a college student is not particularly appealing at the moment.
Then again, I find the idea of going to law school, or more specifically 1L, utterly terrifying. I just hope that at least half of the horror stories I’ve heard so far are false and I will end up with a job that won’t leave me completely broke and living on the street at age 25. I honestly don’t know what I would do (maybe I should start friending rich ppl on wall st. this summer XD). The problem isn’t just that I want that 6-figure salary, it’s more like I need it. I’m not delusional enough to think that anyone outside of the top 10%, or top 15% max (excluding ppl w/ ridiculous connections/background because, really, when did they ever have to worry about anything?), will actually have a chance at those jobs…so I’ll be doing anything and everything in my power to make sure I end up there. Of course, that’s probably what everyone else thinks when they elect to put themselves $400k in debt by going to law school.
Anyways, back to the nice, warm and fluffy present – the last few worry-free days I will have for I don’t know how long. I’m feeling lazy, so I’ll resort to lists 🙂
- making yummy food for mom
- shopping…b/c there’s little else to do when you live in an Atl suburb and the mall is practically in my backyard
- mom’s car broke down the morning we were suppose to drive back to Durham for my naturalization interview
- so we rented a car and drove 5 hrs.
- passed my interview (but forgot when the Constitution was written -_-) and saw Han 🙂
- mom got a speeding ticket on the way back, which turned me into the target of hours and hours of venting and her general annoyance (she actually blamed me for her ticket…it’s pretty amazing(ly ridiculous)).
- found out that diesel somehow got into our car and led to the breakdown
- at least there was half tank of gasoline…which basically saved the engine
- the whole thing cost ~$800 (insurance deductable was $500)
- mom is both relieved (that the car didn’t completely die) and annoyed (that so much crap happened and $$$ was spent)
This morning I left the sunny Atlanta and was greeted with a 20 degree drop in temperature and lots of snow Cle. As I left the plane, a blast of cold air welcomes me back to the good old Cleveland. I stood in the cold waiting for my gate-checked bag and I knew I was not in Atlanta anymore.
The days in Atlanta were spent between spending time with mom, Han, and being a lazy bum in general. My outings consist mainly of battling my way through the endless traffic around Mall of Ga and cozying up in a comfy chair at a corner of B&N or digging an ever bigger hole into my bank account at the adjacent stores. Life at home was pleasantly slow, cold, and full of yummy food. For xmas eve, we invited our neighbors over and had hotpot and made spring rolls, lamb kabobs, and finished off with an amazing cake to die for 🙂 It ended with the three of us (me, mom, and Han) watching Road to Perdition (not the typical Xmas movie, but it was good anyway :).
Post xmas was the typical outlet shopping, and then the three of packing and leaving in a roll; starting with Han on the 27th and ending with my mom who’s on her way back to China as I’m typing this. I still hate leaving and being left. I will probably never get used to it no matter how many times I go through it. The only consolation is that as time move on, I get closer to seeing them again.
When I arrived in my dad’s apartment, my first thought was the appalling amount of dust that has gathered on my furniture. The room really looked like it has not been lived in for a year. So I spent couple of hours cleaning up the room and unpacking. Once the room looked the way I remembered it, I suddenly something…or rather someone, was missing. Memories of last Christmas and Han are still hanging in the air, but he’s not here. It’s amazing stubbornly people and things ingrain themselves upon your memories and your life.
But there are new places to go, new people to meet, and new memories to make. This break has been a good one thus far and I know the second half will be just as good. I look forward to seeing the friends that I haven’t seen since last break, starting tomorrow.
My mom never ceases to surprise me. Not so much in what she does, but rather how she reacts to things I say/do. Somehow I always expect a much more concerned/surprised reaction, but instead what I get is a very matter-of-fact and accepting response. It’s a bit, I dunno, strange? In a good way, I guess. You’d think I should know my parents fairly well having lived with them for 20 years (more or less), but apparently not as much as I thought….
Now, I wonder what my mom would think/say if I asked her about….