Spring break just ended and we are all back at Wellesley. For me, at least, it has been a tumultuous start. Sitting at the end of my sophomore year, I now realize that I have to make some important decisions about where I want to go next. My roommate Amy and I chatted about this the other day – looking back on our first year and how we did not have the time we should’ve had to have fun and enjoy college just for what it is. Now, as summer internships and research position decisions roll in and as folks in fall study abroad start to apply for visas and health insurance, the impending realities of adult life suddenly seem too real. I wish we had more time just to have fun without worrying too much about the future like we must now. But, it is what it is. I just hope to make the most of my junior and senior years and to spend as much time with my friends as possible amidst application seasons and the rush to wrap up our degrees.
At the very least, I did have a relaxing Spring break. I went back to Vancouver BC Canada where I saw my mom and the Persian kitten she had just adopted called Lulu. I arrived on a Thursday evening and left last Thursday evening, getting back to Boston on Friday morning – so I was able to spend a good week there.
Some highlights:
We ate a lot of good food – especially sushi. My mom had gotten hooked on this app called Xiao Hong Shu and got many great restaurant recommendations from it. It was pretty clear that the places she took me to were places that a younger, trendier generation would love and recommend. They were all really nice, and the food was amazing. It felt nice to consistently eat nourishing food that I like after accepting whatever was at the dining halls at Wellesley as edible for months on end.
I got a new game on my Switch called Spiritfarer where you play a character called Stella. On your boat, you carry out last requests of spirits and ferry them to the ends of their lives. It is a soothing but heart wrenching game – I enjoyed it very much.
I had brought my violin to Vancouver, so I was able to practice a little. The walls in our apartment were very echoey. Like how singing in the shower makes you feel infinitely more confident in your vocal abilities, playing violin in that apartment made me feel great (despite knowing that my abilities have not remotely improved).
Despite homework lingering in the back of my mind and the lurking realities of deciding on my future bearing on me, I think I was able to sufficiently relax and recharge before returning to Wellesley. I slept in, I ate well, and now I think I have enough energy stored away to push myself through this last month-and-a-half of sophomore year.