There's 25 days left until I leave, 13 days left at my job, and 11 days until Daniel leaves. His program starts two weeks before mine. I'm really glad that we'll be in the same time zone, because it'll make staying in touch so much easier. I don't have to wonder if he's awake yet (actually I wonder that a lot anyway) or what time it is over there. Alright, that's enough of that. I really don't want to become one of those people that blabs and blabs and blabs on about their relationship on the internet, even though I think I would be posting about this even if we weren't dating. Either way, it's good to keep things on the down low.
The clock is ticking... sometimes I kind of regret just taking a boring office job for the summer instead of pursuing something that's actually meaningful and related to my degree, but I honestly just took the first job I came across because I was desperate to have a steady income over the summer to save money. Next summer will be plenty busy, so I don't feel all that bad.
I haven't even started packing. I booked with Lufthansa (I flat out refuse to take United, they are the worst airline in the world. Maybe other than that one-star North Korean airline. I remember when I went to Italy a few summers ago and we sat on the tarmac for literally four hours, it was awful.) and for some reason they only allow for one free checked bag, so I'll most likely have to pay the $100 to check a second bag. And then I'll have a carry on as well. How do you pack for four months? And not just four months, basically three seasons. Summer, fall, and winter. I'll be getting there when it's pretty hot, settling in when the temperature starts to cool down, and don't forget I'll be traveling to places that'll probably be colder than Barcelona, like the Netherlands and Germany. What shoes do I bring? Will they have my brand of shampoo and face wash? So many questions.
Anyway, this weekend my family and our friends got together and basically had a two-day-long party. That was definitely the most food I have eaten in a long time. I love occasions like that because my mom is pretty restrictive on how much food I eat and when I eat it. Wait, that makes her sound like some kind of abusive parent. Not at all. She's just like, "Are you really gonna eat that right now? It's 10 PM. You're really eating that much? Isn't that a lot?" Korean problems. Actually, no, I'm sure all moms are like that to some extent.
I am REALLY gonna miss my mom's Korean food when I'm in Spain. There's seriously nothing like stuffing your face with a good Korean BBQ meal at home. It's the ultimate comfort food.
Mmm. Steak, the love of my life. I really have no idea how I'm gonna do with the food situation in Barcelona. I know the food is amazing, but with all of the walking I'm gonna be doing, hopefully I lose a few pounds when I'm over there. My weight has been fluctuating a LOT throughout college, and I know that's something that a lot of people experience. I think I gained and lost somewhere around 25 pounds, and then gained about 7 back. I'm just trying to get to that healthy, consistent point where dieting isn't my entire life and I'm not losing sleep over how many calories I consumed that day. This whole summer, I've been parking a mile away from my work and walking to and from my car, but Laura recently put me on her campus parking permit so now I walk about 500 feet, and I've been very slowly gaining weight because of that haha.
Meet Amber, the sweetest dog ever. She's only a year old, but she's pretty much done growing. Oh my god, I loved playing with her. I've never met a dog so friendly and gentle. I read on the internet that if you put an egg in a golden retriever's mouth, they'll just hold onto it instead of breaking the shell. Something about them being hunting dogs and bringing the dead game (birds) back in one piece. Anyway, we tried it and it works! There's a video of it on my Twitter if you're interested. Lol.
Speaking of Spain, my passport and visa finally came back in the mail! I was so worried it wouldn't come in time and then I wouldn't even have a passport and then I wouldn't be able to get on my plane and everything would be ruined and I would have to go back to College Park. Do you see how my thought processes usually end up? I would post a picture of it on here, but I probably shouldn't. But just take my word for it, it looks cool. It's all blue and shiny and it's in Spanish and it says VISADO. You wish you had one. However, it has a picture of me from back when I didn't know how to apply makeup. I still kind of don't, but back then, I REALLY didn't know. Eyebrows were not on fleek. One step at a time.
I'll probably be posting more before I go. I've talked to so many people about this, and everyone says the same thing: you're so nervous and anxious you want to pee your pants, but when you get there, it's amazing. So I guess I want to look back at these posts and laugh at everything I was worried about.
Hope everyone is having a great hump day!