Thankfulness
I am nearing the end of my second week in Wisconsin. I’m twenty one years old, but it’s no shocker that there are some life lessons that can never be learned enough.
At the end of last week I found out a recent SU grad-a friend from freshman year, was swept away by the ocean. Marinna was beautiful and bubbly. Once you met her there’s no way you wouldn’t remember or recognize her, even if the two of you were only acquaintances.
I heard this news in the midst of being homesick and wondering what I was doing here and how I would be able to finish up my planned twelve weeks after not being home for a year. It’s sad to say that after freshman year my interaction with Marinna was always in passing, but if there’s one thing Marinna believed in, and could be spotted a mile away, is that life needs to be lived.
There is so much to be thankful for, but why is this a lesson that I must continually learn?
At the end of last week I found out a recent SU grad-a friend from freshman year, was swept away by the ocean. Marinna was beautiful and bubbly. Once you met her there’s no way you wouldn’t remember or recognize her, even if the two of you were only acquaintances.
I heard this news in the midst of being homesick and wondering what I was doing here and how I would be able to finish up my planned twelve weeks after not being home for a year. It’s sad to say that after freshman year my interaction with Marinna was always in passing, but if there’s one thing Marinna believed in, and could be spotted a mile away, is that life needs to be lived.
There is so much to be thankful for, but why is this a lesson that I must continually learn?
Land of Cheese
Now that I’ve arrived in Wisconsin, I have finally jumped on the blog wagon.
Waukesha, WI is both nothing like, and everything I expected. There is absolutely nothing around, my allergies are raging, and funny little white things fly around ALL the time. People talk with a strange accent, one that resembles canadians and southerners, and i LOVE how kind everyone is. I live in an apartment that obviously hosted a past chain smoker as I cannot escape the stench, and I avoid the strange demographic of people who are my neighbors. It takes approximately three times the amount any toilet I’ve ever used takes to flush (I find this particularly strange).
I have purchased one, three drawer unit, a lamp, a plastic chair, and 1 each of: a bowl, plate, fork, knife, and spoon. I was living on the floor for a week until I couldn’t take it anymore, and ordered an air bed from amazon.
Never have I felt so outside of my comfort zone. With this said, I’ve had a great first week and am thrilled with work. Part of the excitement (which also brings anxiety) is that I’m living in a place I know nothing about in a shabby apartment.
Waukesha, WI is both nothing like, and everything I expected. There is absolutely nothing around, my allergies are raging, and funny little white things fly around ALL the time. People talk with a strange accent, one that resembles canadians and southerners, and i LOVE how kind everyone is. I live in an apartment that obviously hosted a past chain smoker as I cannot escape the stench, and I avoid the strange demographic of people who are my neighbors. It takes approximately three times the amount any toilet I’ve ever used takes to flush (I find this particularly strange).
I have purchased one, three drawer unit, a lamp, a plastic chair, and 1 each of: a bowl, plate, fork, knife, and spoon. I was living on the floor for a week until I couldn’t take it anymore, and ordered an air bed from amazon.
Never have I felt so outside of my comfort zone. With this said, I’ve had a great first week and am thrilled with work. Part of the excitement (which also brings anxiety) is that I’m living in a place I know nothing about in a shabby apartment.
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