5 weeks in

Roughly. Give or take a couple days or so.

I’m talking about my abrupt change in lifestyle. I keep thinking about the last 2 years of my life and how much has changed. It’s fucking crazy. I spent the better part of those 600 odd days as a employed student with so little breathing room for me to enjoy, and I mean truly enjoy life. It’s very strange in retrospect to see how much I hated working retail and how little I actually learned from most of my classes at Bellevue Community College. I still call it that since back when I went there and IT WAS STILL THAT NAME. Even that’s changed now.

Aaaaand here I am at good ol’ WWU. I like it here. Not the kind of like where I want to spend my entire life here. No, that’s not for me. I feel like I’ll really understand what I can accomplish here. But honestly where do I go from here? Let’s start over.

Classes are a bore, nothing is going to change that. Intro to Linguistics, Linguistic Anthropology, and trusty Asian-American Literature make my quarter full of reading and napping. Realistically speaking, each hour of reading I more than make up for with 4 hours of sleep. So on a daily basis, I’m getting the healthy benefits of eight hours of sleep with about two hours of reading each day of class. Now catch this, I only have class three days of the week. Fall quarters have historically been amazing schedules for me.

Meeting new people is quite the challenge here. I mostly kept to people I may or may have not known while in high school, and have slowly tried to branch out from there. Everyone is fun to be around, but nothing like the friendships I’ve made back in KingCo. I do want to say I’ll give everyone the benefit of the doubt and see what’ll happen in the long run. It does feel like I’ll end up drifting further from the closest friends I’ve ever made, but I like to be more optimistic than that here. I’ll make time to hang out again, even though money is the issue now, I’ve got time to burn (and nap).

The ladies of Whatcom County are gorgeous. Although I’ve made some lady friends here, I’ll save what I have to say for a much more intimate post (it’ll probably be private and done this week, or public and happen at the end of the year [since the latter is almost always the case for me]).

Apartment life is more than I expected. Budgets and bills with other random shit that needs to be taken care of come up frequently and in enormous waves. Virtually everything is 2nd hand with a few minor exceptions. The hole of debt I fell into came from anything new we purchased. A slight handful of essentials, like a mattress, microwave and a router.

Employment pages here in Bellingham are scarce. It’s more often than not that I haunt the web pages of non-work study job opportunities for students. I need a job to get me by, but technically I’m employed. It’s not much money but, I work an hour a week with a student as a tutor and I must say it’s rewarding. Hearing his parents admire me for such amazing work and actually seeing his growth and potential has me shocked. Never before have I felt something was more right. I’ve made the best decision I could have. This was it.

There have been setbacks here and there, but I want to look back on my time here in this post and remember the good times. I’ll tell the occasional fuck up every once in a while, but now is my chance to prove to myself more than anybody else that this was my choice, and my life to live.

Thanks to you, loyal readers