It's only been a week since I returned to Berkeley, yet somehow it feels likes my trip home was months ago. Returning to work was less harmonious than I expected. It hasn't been unpleasant but it's been frustrating. I think my managers and I have very different views on the value that I am and could potentially be. It's unfortunate because I love my co-workers but I hate that this is my job. I don't hate the job, but I'm left with a daily "This is it?" taste in my mouth. I want more. Now.
My roommate situation was reconciled and I think I know that communication is essential, even if it causes unpleasant feelings to surface. Better to have a little tiff than a two week silent treatment tiff.
Jimmy and I have been together for a year (give or take a cumulative few months of break ups). In hindsight, I would change certain things, but our journey has taught me a lot and opened my heart in weird, uncomfortable, but satisfying ways. To think- this time last year we were eating falafel near UPenn after a crazy rainstorm and catching Little Miss Sunshine. Fast forward to this week- San Francisco fog, vintage Polaroid cameras, Indonesian food and buzz induced make outs. I love my boyfriend.
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