In an attempt to go ‘zoom-zoom’ in my new Mazda3 to break it in, I decided to follow my four school bus routes (that’s right the big ol yellow ones) around town and see if I could still remember them. I did. That was fun. And it was sad. And it was confusing to see how things have stayed so much the same, and yet became very foreign and unrecognizable all at the same time. It was nice.
My classes are wonderful. My car is amazing and makes me feel grownup (as do the monthly payments). I love my room at home. I love having a kitchen to make my lunches in. I love the independence of going anywhere I am needed or where I need to be. I love my new studio. I love the energy I feel about this semester’s work and classes. I love that I will be testing for my second degree black belt soon. I love the Filipino Association’s preparation for Barrio Fiesta this year. I love country roads. I enjoyed having Catherine come up to visit us this weekend. I love still feeling all of the frustration and confusion of growing while knowing it will be okay.
This is going to be one of the most amazing semesters of all. But I want to graduate.
Happy New Year and good luck to you all.
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