Twenty-three was a pretty good year. I moved, started Nursing School, met lots of incredible people, and learned a whole lot, and ran my slowest ever half marathon. I did another doula training, and attended two births, moving myself that much closer to eventually becoming a midwife. I danced a lot, and baked a lot of bread, and established a reputation as a good cook, which is nice. I also lost a great friend (my parents gave me a framed picture of her last night at my family birthday party and I burst into tears, but I still really like it. It’s just what I asked for), and lived in a toxic apartment with people I despise, but overall I feel very good about my twenty-third year. I think I grew up a whole lot. I lived on my own for the first time, and while my home situation isn’t happy, I at least know that I can survive independently. I can feed myself, and keep my space clean, and function as a normal(-ish) adult.
Twenty-four also promises to be a good year. I’m going to graduate, and take the NCLEX, and (hopefully) start my nursing career. I’m also going to move again, though I don’t know where just yet. I want to move somewhere that has a midwifery school (right now I’m thinking either Philadelphia or Milwaukee), so I can live in the same place for a few years and establish some roots. I’d like to live in the same place as my friends (not necessarily my current friends, who are all going to scatter come July, but I’d like it if I could make some friends and then live in the same place as them for more than a year), and maybe date. Right now I’m telling myself that I’m not dating because there’s no point since I’m moving in six months, but if I stayed put I’d have to either put myself out there or at least come up with another excuse. I’ve made friends with several boys this year, so they’re a little less mysterious and scary than they were before, which I think will help.
I don’t have a lot of plans for the day. We were going to go on a winter picnic to celebrate my grandfather’s birthday, but the roads are too snowy. I’d like to get a haircut, and we might go see Silver Linings Playbook, and I have to do laundry before I go home tomorrow. There are always things to do, even if those things are just lounging around reading David Sedaris. I think this break is just the right length- slightly too short, just to keep me wanting more.