A few weeks ago I went to Iceland for 4 days. It was cold but was a great trip. Here are a few pictures. I definitely plan to go again one day.
I saw this and it make me think. Dating as an almost 30 year old is summed up by this sentence. You can’t ever assume anything and people lie to much it’s hard to know what to believe. I just hate the fact that things can’t be more straight forward. I hate that I have to assume from day one that there are others you’re talking to. I hate having to remember that I can’t get attached because I’ll get hurt or you don’t feel the same way. Every time I attempt to date I’m reminded of how much it really sucks–at least when you’re serious about it. Casual stuff isn’t preferable but there are less expectations so you’re less likely to get screwed over.
Well ladies and gentleman, I’ve had one good date this year. I admit that I want another one but as usual, there’s the possibility that this is it. I had been chatting with a guy for a few days and he suggested that we meet up for the first time. It was a little later than expected (around 8pm), but my first thought as I laid eyes on him was, “this could work.” He was very attractive but it was immediately apparent that he was nice. He paid without hesitation and pulled out my chair. It was a great conversation. Then we just walked and talked. It was amazing. I don’t know what will happen in the future but I think he’d be a good person to share it with.
So on Sunday I defended my dissertation and I passed. However, it was one of the most nerve wracking experiences. I started preparing way too late (that morning), and my practice runs were HORRIBLE. I was stumbling through and messing up my words. Thankfully when the time came to present I sounded somewhat coherent and was able to provide answers to the questions that were asked. It’s still sinking in that this process is finally coming to an end. A PhD is something that a lot of people don’t have and it’s considered the highest degree you can achieve so it’s great to have something that gives me some credibility (hopefully).It’s been six years since I started and so much has transpired. But now I can make people call me doctor :-). Not really, but it will be nice to have the title of Dr. instead of Ms…
This week I had the opportunity to take a quick one day trip to Rhode Island. It was nice to have a change of scenery but it was so incredibly cold. The place has its own feel and although it’s close to some major cities, it would be challenging to be there in the winters. Side note: there’s nothing like a comfy hotel room bed after being awake for 18 hours. Pics below.
In this day and age it’s hard to find someone you’re compatible with. Attraction can be an iffy thing. Lately I’ve been thinking about the guy I met last year that was my fantasy fulfilled. He was one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen in person. But he wasn’t incredibly stuck up. I felt safe around him. Despite being in corporate and being super educated he was down to earth. He was all tatted up underneath the expensive suits. But also, he had a great sense of humor and a lot of confidence. I know when someone is out my league and he was. However, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with someone so attractive that I was swooning all the time. Would it wear off? To this day I still wish I had a chance to find out.
I woke up today with a reminder that I was in Monaco around this time last year. Made me wish that I was still there instead of my windowless office but these trips must be financed somehow.
Lately I’ve been dealing with the exacerbation of the need to have support from someone of the opposite sex. And by opposite sex I mean a certain individual. I don’t know when I realized that I loved him but I remember hoping I didn’t because everything I love goes away. It’s a reality that’s been present ever since I started liking boys. I know it doesn’t end well but I still want it to. I want a life with him and he doesn’t want the same thing. There’s nothing to be done that can remedy that so I’m back to square one. Being in love alone.
Last week I had a chance to make a quick trip over the border of Italy to Switzerland. It’s one of the places on my bucket list and I plan to return when I have the money to fully enjoy the experience. But the pictures are amazing. I’m including a few.