As I sat down to start this post, the first thing that popped into my mind is: What isn’t there to write about Parisian breakfasts? That is, I think it will be quite difficult to narrow down into mere words the utter bliss of starting off your day so perfectly. While in Paris, I would begin my mornings waking up and thinking, Today I won’t have a big breakfast. I’ll take it easy this morning and save room for lunch. Lunch being a meal I usually only felt peckish for, if I ate at all (mainly because I ate enough to feed a small army for breakfast, but that’s beside the point).
It’s bittersweet, roaming the campus hallways to what you know will be your last term of undergraduate classes. Of course, I’m beyond excited to complete my degree (in fact, I am so tired of learning about psychology, I would gladly not take a look at any clinical study for the next couple of years) and to have accomplished something that had its difficult moments. However, I’m also somewhat sad about it, too.
Do you ever want to fall asleep at work and/or scream at someone and/or cry because you feel absolutely miserable? I barely feel this way anymore. Partly because I found a job I actually enjoy (read: after I left my job at Tim Hortons in the middle of my first year of university, there was no going back to the stress of the fast food industry), but mostly because I’ve created a morning routine for myself that makes this Night Owl into a morning person (that is, for those days when I’m not up at the crack of dawn by choice on a beautiful late spring morning, happily gallivanting around Spanish, Ontario with my cousin… like in the photo above from April 2013).
We’ve all been there: there’s been someone in each of our lives who has repeatedly given us the cold shoulder, failed to make plans time and time again, avoided our calls, and more or less withheld mutual respect in whatever form that relationship took. A friend, a family member, a (hopefully by now ex-) romantic partner. And the sad thing is, we often take the BS, sometimes without even fully realizing and acknowledging it for what it is.
Deciding where your next trip will be can be a tough conclusion to come to, particularly because there are so many potential options to narrow it down from. For me, I know that traveling to a new country is certain before February of 2018, as I’m moving away for school (currently looking at the U.S., New Zealand, Australia, and England right now), but there is so much more I want to see beyond any one of those countries. I have my friend in Manila, Philippines that I want to see; to travel with her to the gorgeous and vibrantly lush island of Palawan during that trip would be certain. I want to go to Moscow, Russia with another friend and spend my evenings gallivanting at the Russian ballet. I want to travel to Reykjavik, Iceland and wander through the rich natural landscapes and drink Icelandic vodka cocktails. I want to visit my cousins in Edmonton, Alberta – the opposite side of my own country – and drop into British Columbia while I’m over there to wander through the towering forests. But how do I narrow down such an extensive list? I certainly don’t have the money (or frankly, the ability to take the time off of work) to do all of these trips by the end of 2017. Ideally, I would spend my whole life traveling, but that’s not possible… for right now, at least.
So, then, how does one choose which trip to take when so many options are available?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how precious alone time is. It seems that I have had so little of it over my winter break, as I spend every single waking hour of my time either with my family or at work (and occasionally, with my friends). The only time I have had moments alone is as I’m falling asleep or attempting to drag myself out of bed after my morning alarm has gone off. You don’t realize how much you miss being alone until you can’t find the time to schedule it in.
Well, here I am with my new blog: Emulating Emily. This time, the blog is one that I will stick to. I won’t leave it for another one, a better idea that has suddenly popped into my head, as they often do. This time, I not only love the name I’ve chosen, but I love the topic I’ve decided to base this blog on…or lack thereof.