June 3, 2012

  • Three Days

    Edit: Morning Blues were Morning Blues.  I'm now sitting on my San Diego apartment couch, watching Mythbusters and reading articles on induced pluripotent stem cells.  It's gonna be a damn good day!

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    I would kill to be your clothes -
    Cling to your body and hang from your bones.
    I would make a mark
    if you would let me start.

    - Now, Now, Wolf

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    For lack of a better word, here's a somewhat "fun" realization: As of this Saturday, it will be a year since Phuc dumped me.  A year since the Old Life ended.

    Or as my sister calls it, "aka rise of the phoenix currently known as christa."

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    "It's surreal not being able to see my friends and family back home all summer long!"

    I quietly nodded, not yet being able to sympathize.  I'm not here from across the country like some of the other interns, but Southern California already feels like a world away from my little home in Merced.  It was enough that I felt like I was in the same boat in terms of mental distance, if not physical distance.

    It would turn out to take three days before I would become homesick.  It would take three days until my stomach would churn as I would google airfare to Merced, longing for the mediocre popcorn chicken at the shop behind the Savemart and the satisfaction of sweeping the leaves off the porch in front of my window.  For the face that would greet me at the door with a snarky joke and a shake of the head, "Oh, Christa."

    Today is the third day.

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    While writing this, I texted my best friend in Merced, "I'm starting to get homesick! :c"

    I just received the reply, "It's only been a few days. Don't be lame."

    And it was so... weirdly really comforting.  I'm rejuvenated with motivation, and I'm nervous yet so ready to start working.

    Tomorrow, I perform stem cell research at one of the leading biomedical research facilities in the world.

    Game on!