Yes, that title will make sense in a minute [or two or three], I promise.
But first off: Happy Monday! I hope you either spent the weekend in a warm place [I wish!] or well bundled up on the couch. More the latter in my case but who’d complain about an excuse to cozy up inside when it’s freezing outside. Not like I hadn’t gone on a wonderful run to warm up, though – I’d intended to go for a walk but that was just not happening with a look at the thermometer. Hard to believe that meteorological winter is still weeks away and it’s already sooo cold. Okay, enough of the cold wimp whining 😉 and onto the marvelousness of the past days. Thanks to Katie for inspiring us to
overlook the cold celebrate all the blessings and good happenings in our lives every Monday!
If you’ve been reading for a bit longer already you’ll know that I’ve been in what I’ve called the Waiting Game for quite a while already. Searching for jobs and internships is no fun long-time occupation so I can now finally let you know I’ve found something. It’s just temporary and nothing fancy but my December will be spent as a working girl again! Where? As I said: nothing fancy. Prior to starting my Journalism studies I’d interned at our local newspaper for about one and a half months. I’d been considering to apply there for a while already but not taken the step because I was hoping to find something closer to where I live. Long story short: I’ll be back at their editorial office and writing articles come November 25th.
Getting the news was truly marvelous after months of sending out applications, waiting and my self-confidence dropping with every denied or simply not responded to application. Happy girl alert. Only … as mentioned above it’s at the local newspaper in the area I grew up in. Which means I won’t be able to stay at my place but have to move [temporarily only for now]. Move back in with my parents again, to be more specific. And that’s something I’m ambivalent about. What can I say? I’m not calling myself Little Miss Worry-too-much for no reason.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my parents and miss them. But moving back home again after years of living in my own apartment [with a roommate but that’s basically the same, right?!] is … weird. I’m used to my independent ways, organising my life the way I want it and – admittedly – city life. Yes, I’ve gushed about the countryside in all its beauty and being a nature girl. Yet at least at my age it’s nice to be back in the hustling bustling city after a weekend stay down there. Just in case you’re a number fiend [I’m so not :)] we live in a village and the town closest by has little more than 8,000 inhabitants. True countryside.
Working will obviously keep me busy during the week and I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t excited. Laugh at me but I’m even fond of revising other editors’ articles. Yes, grammar nerdiness at its best. Don’t you enjoy telling others how to write their texts ;)?? What? Just me …?! I may or may not
force offer my revising services to family members whenever they’re working on some kind of text that’s going to be published. Yes, I like it that much. Words are my world.
What I’m worried about, however, are workouts and weekends. Weekends because all of my friends from school have moved just like I did and there’s not much to do over there. Workouts because I can’t see a way of fitting in runs during the week when working from 9 to 6 with an hour-long commute. Sorry if I sound whiney but I rely on my workouts to destress. Calm my mind. Get those awesome and addictive endorphin rushes. I’m still somehow hoping to find a way to join the local gym for a month only without paying an arm and a leg. Or better yet asking my parents to do it – oh the wonders of unpaid internships …
But this post wouldn’t fit into the marvelous category if I didn’t see the upsides, too. Moving backwards to live at my parents and interning with an editorial staff I already know might be a door opening up for positive change and thereby moving on. I haven’t even mentioned all of it but there will be a lot of changes and challenges coming up for me. One of them being family meals. I’ve never mentioned it before but despite my visits at home these are still a struggle. Partly because of my fears, partly because of my mum’s unwillingness to plan and cook meals with me. Chelsea recently wrote a great post on the benefits of family dinners so I’m hoping to make these at least a Sunday tradition. Along with a movie night every now and then? Would be perfect.
Another marvelous part of living with my parents? Cookie baking! There’s little else I can get this excited about in terms of holiday foods. Living at my parents I’ll hopefully be able to engage in a lot more of this than past years when I had a hard time going through what I baked. My mum will probably even be happy for me to take over some of the baking duties – or so I hope.
All of these changes will challenge me. For now I know I need to stop worrying and let things happen. Trusting in them to work out. Because they will … or so I hope. Here’s to moving back and moving on.
I hope you’re having a great start to the week! Make it marvelous!
Happiness inducing today: Some fun kitchen shenanigans.
Did you [have to] move back in with your parents after graduation? How did that work out for you?
Any advice on the workout situation?
Random: Favourite Christmas cookie recipe? I know it’s technically too early but the temperatures don’t make it feel that way.