shaine

I'm done my first semester of Nursing school on Thursday. I aced my clinical portion. I'm just really happy to have three weeks off where waking up at 5 won't be a regular thing.

Sinnah, unfortunately, came to visit just as I was entering my finals period and anyone that has known me for a while knows I am not the biggest delight during this time. She made it out of here without a scratch but I can't wait to see her again in just a few months.


I've been dating someone exclusively for 6 weeks and it's going surprisingly well. We are a lot alike and so have a bit of trouble from communicating a little too much (ha ha) but I'm really, really happy. I've had a lot of trouble with closing off and lying in the past to my partners, but I work on that every day. There have been particularly tough moments as I am not the type of girl to care what anyone is doing all day, constant phone calls, questioning whereabouts, etc. And everyone around me was making me feel like I was the weird one for not finding certain situations jealousy-provoking or "not caring enough". Finally, I just realized that I don't have to perceive relationships the way they are publicly portrayed for mine to be successful.

I'm ending this blog with a beautiful photograph story. I get teary every time I look at it so don't click this link unless you're ready to really feel something. It's an excellent reminder of what loss is... something that is so easy to forget. I've had many disputes over the belief of hope. I don't know what I think of it as many a time it has proven to only cause more pain.
This photo really hits home, for an entirely different reason, but at the same time because I believe I can understand how the woman feels in that situation. And it's not fun.