Today I drove by the Baskin Robbin’s, the one we went to after a partner ballet class I took with my first love. Even though it didn’t work out, it still brings a smile to my face. I’m glad about the fond memories

Sometimes I do find myself missing him, not who he is now but more like who he was and how it was, then I snap back to reality because living in the past is useless.

When you grow up, you realize that some people stay in your life if you make it a purpose to keep them around

So true. Pretty much what I’ve noticed this whole year since graduating school. Once I stop seeing my friends in class everyday, it’s hard to mesh with everyone’s schedule to find a time that fits for everyone. But when someone calls me up just for a late night outing, it’s pretty much the highlight of my day. haha I wished I had a more interesting life to tell people about though. Sigh.

It’s actually really cool to see everyone I know get married and have babies, I can’t wait to help plan weddings and of course I love babies!! ahhh! Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be in my early 20’s and be in a serious relationship. I always found comfort in knowing that I had a partner in crime to kick back at life sometimes. It can get pretty rough. But now that I’ve been single for a while, it’s hard to imagine what it would be like to depend on someone again. I know when the time comes, when the right person comes, I’ll find a perfect balance between being there for my significant other and pursuing all my dreams. :) #hope

On another note, it’s boiling down to 60 days before my test. I still have 8 lessons or so…which I feel like I’m cramming a little bit, although my tutor told me not to and recommended I extend my date again (NOT HAPPENING). I’m going to power through this. We’re making this happen. I’m feeling a 58960026 times better about my personal statement this year. I can only hope that it’ll strike someone’s interest so I can get a secondary and interview. But one step at a time. I can’t wait to welcome summer 2014! 

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