School is over and I am free to do as I wish. But I am here feeling extremely busy yet bored and unaccomplished at the same time. Keeping my self busy is not only challenging, but I feel pressured to manage and use my time wisely. I have set out numerous goals for myself this summer...decide which nursing schools to apply to, practice my Spanish, decided where to study abroad, improve my photography skills, read, finish unfinished projects.......but it is all too easy to get sucked into watching TV and movies, and all the other temptations laziness has to offer. Some days I am productive, others, well...not so much.
It has been strange adjusting to this whole living alone business. I have never in my 19 years lived without someone else in the house, and it comes with mixed feelings. With no one else up here, I get lonely sometimes, with no one to be with when I am bored, but sometimes it is nice to be able to blast the stereo and sing and dance around the apartment with no one watching!
The few rough, and might I add, unexpected recent changes I encountered toward the end of this last semester were (and still are) difficult to adjust to. While not at all fun or easy, at the same time I am that much more motivated to make the best of this summer. I cannot waste my time on unhappiness, or dwell on those things that have been ugly and unpleasant. Instead, I intend to work as hard as I can to end the summer feeling a sense of achievement, and to prepare myself for the next year as I push further and more intensely toward my dreams.
I am going to explore the city. Write. Read. Take pictures. Research. Relax. Make new friends. Work. And so much more.
Each day brings excitement, living as independently as I know how in San Francisco. From choosing what to eat for breakfast to the exploring I do around town to the prospects of my second job, I can feel it-summer 2007 is going to be a good one.
- Chelsea
- My life can be separated into two major time periods, with the dividing moment my diagnosis of Leukemia on January 13, 2000. Everything following that day has been drastically different than the 12 preceeding years. Since my diagnosis I have endured 15 surgeries, 4 of which were knee surgeries, total body irradiation, chemotherapy, hair loss, a cord blood transplant, and many, many resulting complications and procedures. In 2005, I was able to graduate high school on track and attended San Francisco State University as a pre-nursing major. The city provided a haven of friends, culture, new experiences, much needed independence, and the delayed and missed experiences of someone my age. In June 2008 I moved from San Francisco to Southern California for another knee surgery. Living with my aunt and uncle in San Clemente, this surgery has delivered both extreme pain and joy, both unexpected in different respects. But to focus on the joy, after 3 months of physical therapy I began dating my physical therapist. Because of Brent, my family and my friends, I have never been happier.
1 comment:
Hey, there!
Great first post...since you're writing and reading---how about that book on writing in SF I gave you a while back? Might tell you a few cool spots to write/read/snap pix.
Love you to pieces,
Aunt Lori
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