In exactly seven weeks I will be leaving for Paris, France. I'll be flying to there to see one of my dearest friends, S. It wasn't necessarily a spur of the moment decision. I had been wanting to go over ever since she left back in May, but I finally decided why the hell not. I bought a ticket and will be flying out December 15th. It's a graduation present to myself. It will however further my accumulation of debt, but when will I ever get a chance to go to a foreign country for an entire week and experience it with an amazing friend? So far the only thing written in stone is my departure of the 15th, my return on the 23rd, and staying in Suz's grandfather's apartment in Paris. I still can't believe that I, LC decided all in one day to buy a ticket and go. Of course I still need to go and get my passport which I will do this coming week. I'm ridiculously excited to spend a week in a beautiful city with S. Don't worry, there will be tons of pictures capturing our 'Suzaura Adventures'!
In other news, seven weeks also symbolizes the pivotal date of graduation. I'm still working me ass off for good grades but not getting any in return. I am almost tempted to say screw it and aim for passing grades, but that isn't who I am. Graduation is close yet so unbelievable far away.
I went back home this weekend for the day to see my nephews. I love spending time with them, they are pretty amazing. At the same time I also came to realize how negative my mother can be. Back in high school we always fought, mostly because were so alike, but now I am in a different place in my life. I defiantly have a better outlook on life. Especially now, I am about to graduation, go to Paris, and then start a new job in a new city. I know it partly has to do with how she was raised and hardly received praise from her parents, but dammit for once I know I deserve some and I just wish she could at least show some excitement for me. Even with her own life it seems she can't be excited either. My parent are closing on a brand new house on Thursday, their first brand new house after 32 years of marriage and she didn't seem the least bit excited when she was talking about it. Weird...
But I guess I can never be satisfied with anything because before it was my father. I worked my ass off in school in order to please him. This past year with everything going on he told me he was proud of me. It was one of the better moments in my life to know my father was proud of his daughter and realize all of the hard work I've thrown myself into.
I am still thoroughly enjoying the single life. It has been more than a year since I've been in a relationship. This year has given me insight into what I really want in a guy, mostly generic qualities. I also know how I should and shouldn't act in a relationship and when to get out of one. At the same time, I am honestly 100% secure with being single right now, okay maybe 99% because there will always be those late nights where you wish you were sharing the covers with someone.
There is a so much ahead of me and I think the party is just beginning!
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