soy in apple.

After 3 weeks of living here, I must say the weekends have gotten progressively better:

6/13: Stepping in dog poop. Fail.
6/20: Spent some time wandering the East Village with some friends from college.
6/27: Caught up with my cousin, whom I hadn't seen in 5 years. Then, saw "The Hangover." Awesome.
7/4: Boyfriend visited. :D

It seems that I have to sandwich my long, PB&J (less-than-exciting) weekdays with some crazy awesome bread on the weekends. Okay, as crappy as that analogy may have been, it's the truth. This technique seems to work wonders though--I find it hard to believe that 3 weeks have already passed. But, it also feels like I've been living in this city for my entire life sometimes.

The weekdays have definitely gotten better. The people in the program are great, making my classes and commute much more fun than I would have expected. This week, I'll finally be working with students directly, but that means I'll be gone from my apartment from 6:55 AM until 7:15 PM on my longest days. Sometimes, it feels like this program is a nice little bubble that prevents me from having to deal with the real world. I have too little time to look for an apartment and I have such a different schedule from my boyfriend and friends on the West Coast that it's too difficult for me to keep in touch. Between talking to my old friends and my new friends, I have a hard time keeping track of all the details and what's happened to whom and what stories I've told.

I'm also not quite sure what I expected from a long-distance relationship. Before I left California, I didn't give it too much thought--of course we'll keep dating, why wouldn't we? After I left, I felt a little miserable for the first few days I lived here, but as soon as I got into a routine with the program, I just forgot all about how it was like to be with him. As terrible as it sounds, it seemed to be the only thing that would ease my mind. Spending the entire weekend undid all the so-called "progress" I had made, and I'm at a loss for what to do with myself yet again. Long distance is hard.