Well, hi. I haven’t blogged here in several months. Quite a bit has changed, I suppose. I moved out of my old flat, and I did a trip to the Nordics recently (Norway, Sweden, Denmark). (Finland is somewhere on that to-visit list. Maybe when I’m a bit wealthier.)
Work has been good. My team at work won a bit of new business recently, so it’s been hectic trying to get things in order as we transfer in some of these new responsibilities.
Other than that, life has been relatively regular. I’ve been dating on and off with people I meet via apps, but nothing solid/consistent has come to fruition. My opinion on this has just been that “at least I’m trying”. At least I’m putting myself out there, right?
It’s my birthday today. I’m typing this while sitting on the bed of my Airbnb, a place I’m staying at temporarily until my new flatshare is ready for me to move in.
It’s been a hectic couple of months. It feels like a lot has happened.
Apparently, this year is the 20th anniversary year of the TV show Dawson’s Creek. As I type this, I am listening to Paula Cole’s “I Don’t Want To Wait” on loop. What a classic.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was a big part of my preteens, as it was really the only TV show I liked and was able to watch as soon as I got home from school. Between the hour of me returning home from school to the hour of my dad returning home from work, Dawson’s Creek was sort of an escape from reality, my window to how the “real world” worked outside of my strange ugly first generation Asian family culture.
That didn’t take long, did it? I’ve only been here in the UK for five months and already I’m cringing at another drinking event with colleagues or with friends. British drinking culture is truly something else.
I’m saying this because it’s December, and people all around are more festive than ever. There are more drinking events, more parties, more celebrations, etc. I’m slowly getting exhausted by all the social activities.
Hello hello! Quite a bit has happened since my last thorough blog post, but I don’t feel like going into the finer details just yet. I’ll share some quick highlights though!
Yes, I realize that it’s been over seven months since my last post on this website. I never forgot about this blog – it’s difficult to forget the fact that you have four years worth of personal journal entries floating around somewhere on the Interwebs – but I just haven’t gotten around to updating the site like I had promised at the beginning of 2017. A lot has happened since then.
A lot has happened in the past two months, and I’ve learned a great deal of what I want out of life. Not saying that I’m not an ambitious person, because I think if you were to speak to any of my friends, all of them would say I am a very ambitious person, but I think that sort of ambition needed a little more maturity and a little more wisdom. I’m still not there yet, but I’m a lot closer to that sort of state than ever before.
One of the main events that happened recently is that I finally moved out.
We dream so big because we don’t yet realize — we’re too young to realize — that those “one big things” are actually composed of hundreds and thousands of daily small things that must be silently and unceremoniously maintained over long periods of time with little fanfare.
My parents splurged $50 on a houseplant (from IKEA), and you know what they said in their defence? They compared it to me wanting a dog. How does that even work?! We don’t even own a dog. That argument only works if we had a dog, but we don’t… Wait, does this mean they’re OK with me getting a dog now?!