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I worked all day today. Got up early and caught the ferry. I mean, I got up at 4AM early to make sure I beat any and all ferry lines. Lucky for me, there were maybe 10 vehicles on the ferry that left shortly after 5AM. I guess I was successful, but after reaching Mukilteo, I had to find a way to keep myself occupied for an hour and a half while it was still dark out. I settled on coffee at Starbucks.

I'm leaving soon and going back to Whidbey for the weekend. I love hanging out on that island.

It's Thanksgiving!

Ah yes, the holiday that was commissioned so that there would be a national holiday in fall. I'm not saying I don't appreciate it. I do love Thanksgiving.

However, I decided early this morning that a fun way to celebrate Thanksgiving would be to have a different type of meal every year. Like one year, take everyone out for dim sum. The next year, have a traditional Italian spread. The next year, a Filipino fiesta!

Why?

Because Thanksgiving can mean whatever you want it to mean. My mom, dad, and I celebrated one year with steak. That was the one of the most memorable Thanksgivings in my lifetime.

Of course, we tend to have small Thanksgivings; usually, the highlight is going shopping with my mom the next day. I like to do that because we get to spend time together and we get good deals on my birthday presents. It's strategery at its finest.

Anyway, this year I am celebrating at my boyfriend's mom's house. I work early tomorrow, and that's okay. I'll hopefully save some money that way, right?

Okay, well, I'm thankful for the changes that have happened recently in my life. I'm thankful for my family and friends. And I'm thankful that it's my birthday next week. ;)

Dith in a Box

I don't like being defined.

Lately, I feel as if I'm stuck in a glass box. Everything I want is right there, but I just can't reach it. I'm stuck in some sort of invisible limits.

And it sucks. Totally sucks.

I would elaborate more, but instead, I'm going to let it go for now. I have an apple streusel muffin sitting next to me, and Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I can brood tomorrow night when I'm in a food-induced coma.

Just a quick one.

Last night, after I said goodbye to my boyfriend for the weekend, I happily drove to my apartment.

Happily, because I live in a city where I know people, and where I can be an independent, young person.

What an improvement.

Daydreams

Today is a lazy Sunday. I tackled a 12-egg omelette with a friend today, and I'm still in a food coma. That's alright. The tasks I need to take care of are mostly Internet-based.

I'm still feeling restless. There is so much I need to do. Beyond my work routine, I need to somehow force myself back into the gym and back into the dance studio. I'm also pushing myself to read more books and write more. Along with that, I'm also trying to get 7 graduate school applications done. Truth be told, it's only 6 since I turned in one to Seattle University already.

I'm restless because I want to know where I will be next year. I want to be focusing on my career, and I want to be doing whatever I can to make sure I'm enriching my experiences with adventures. I'm also trying to do all this while saving money. I've been selling books, collecting clothing to sell, and looking half-heartedly for a second job. And to top it off, I'm stressed out about where Cameron will end up after he graduates.

I blame all my stress on my moment of clarity, though. If I had never been driving on Highway 2, just outside of Cashmere, as the sun set during an early autumn evening, none of this would matter. I would be wrestling with which business path I wanted to pursue, and which suburb I would be moving to (actually, which suburb I would have been living in right now).

But no. I just had to go and suddenly realize where I belong in life.

It's too bad that moment didn't give me a clear-cut path for getting there.

Anyway. I'm going to finish up some essay questions, drink some ginger ale (totally organic and totally delicious), and fantasize about the places I want to go.

Just Calm Down

Sometimes, I forget that I'm a big girl now, and like another blogger said, I have to schedule my hang-out times with my friends.

And that means I need to start being the person who actually texts and calls.

Old habits die hard, but I'll get into the swing of things. Right? Sure.

Last night, though, I was also reminded that I can still go on adventures. Three of us decided-- while eating ice cream-- that more ice cream was necessary. Specifically, they wanted peppermint shakes.

Tip: Baskin-Robbins is usually open late enough to cover your "I need ice cream, and vanilla won't do" cravings.