Wednesday, July 17, 2013

traffic school

Since I've been home, I've been working on completing an online traffic school course (I was going 80 on the 134, in case you were wondering. 80! Come on!). Came across something interesting today in the section on speed limits: Apparently, Caltrans holds a memorial service for its fallen workers EVERY April. I mean, this is an annual, scheduled event! How terribly sad. Hoping that this will be an unnecessary ritual someday soon.


Thursday, July 11, 2013

Moving on

Wow. It literally took me 15 minutes to figure out how to create a new post on this thing. Guess it's been a while. Does anyone even use blogger anymore?

Anyway, I'd like to get into the habit of writing again, if only for the sake of writing something other than neuropsych reports and research papers. I miss just typing out my thoughts without having to think about structure, organization, word choice, etc. Writing without rules feels nice.

I was 24 when I moved to Pasadena and started the psychology program at Fuller in 2007. Fast forward to the present; Jeff and I packed up our place on Villa a few days ago, and now we are homeless, crashing at my parents' until we go on the road again to find a new home in New Hampshire. I was talking to Jeff about this during our last night in Pasadena, how we didn't really have a home anymore, how we'd need to find a new one. We'd be alone, just him and me, no friends or family. He said, "Don't you remember our wedding song?" and started singing, "Home, yes I am hoooome. Home is whenever I'm with you...."

I love Pasadena. I love the friends I made there, and I wish that I'd realized sooner how unique and wonderful our time together was. I'll always think fondly of how we bonded over romantic prospects and cramming for exams and proposing dissertations, and realizing our own dysfunctions and facing our demons. Growing up together, really. I'm so, so grateful. Thank you.