Alas, I have found my motivation to design a new layout and update my poor lonely blog. As much as I love it, I always seem to stray away and become too busy to keep updating. I’m sorry for constantly abandoning you, but hopefully I’ll try to do better now that I’m finally settled.

I’ve been really busy flying back and forth from California to Maine (where I currently reside). I just got back from California, where we held my sister’s wedding. After ten days there, we flew back to Maine and headed on a road trip to Boston and New York. We didn’t have much time there, so it felt all together really rushed. Although, it was a sight to see and a must do considering I’ve never been before. We did the typical sightseeing, such as Times Square and whatnot. As for Maine, let me tell you what a change it is (practically 180). Nevertheless, I do enjoy my time here and this has become my third home (aside from Los Angeles being my second and Orange being my first). It’s nice and peaceful here – the complete opposite of my life during my years as an undergrad. Do I miss it? Of course. There are moments when all I do is think about all the time I spent at USC and with my fellow Trojans. It was an experience that I will forever treasure and one that will remain in my heart. But all good things must come to and end, and now I’m off to another chapter in my life in Maine – pharmacy school. Away from the tall buildings of downtown to vast acres of green, green, and more green.

To be honest I’m completely frightened, however excited at the same time. I’m going through my CPR certification tomorrow, which marks the first few steps of entering school (again) as a graduate student. It’ll also be the first time that I meet a part of my class. I feel like a freshman all over again – thrown into an unfamiliar environment with complete strangers. The experience always keeps me on my toes. And speaking of freshman experiences, remember when you have to get all your immunizations and vaccines before you can actually start attending classes? Well, let me tell you… It didn’t end at undergrad. I received another three shots today (and another $$$ out of my wallet). The hardest part about leaving for graduate school? Saying good-bye to my parents. Being in LA wasn’t too difficult, considering it was only 45 minutes from home. But now I’m practically across the country. I could tell that they had a hard time saying good-bye to me for four months, since their voices cracked during our good-byes. *tears*

Nevertheless, cheers to the anxiety we all feel when summer ends and school resumes. I remember high school when I’d worry about what to wear and who would be in my classes. As a graduate student, are things that much different?