Holiday Break Thoughts

My space of tranquility & happiness in the bustling city.
My space of tranquility & happiness in the bustling city.

In my freshman and sophomore years of college, I would pack a bag, hop on the Peter Pan bus departing from South Station, and enjoy time with my family at home in Connecticut for the weekend. This would happen atleast once a month. As a third-year (I have no idea if I’m a middler, or a junior, or WHAT I am — a trial and tribulation of being a Northeastern University student), I haven’t gone home once. Today is the Wednesday just before Thanksgiving; today is the first time that I’m going home since I moved into a real, adult, off-campus apartment at the beginning of September and started my third year of college. This fall semester has been an absolute blast -- a very busy, overwhelming whirlwind of a ride. I have not left downtown Boston Proper once! (Well, except for a few hours for a lunch date in Cambridge at my favorite vegetarian restaurant, Life Alive. Does that even count?) 

This semester, I’m Sisterhood Director for my sorority, which means planning numerous, exciting events that encourage friendship and sisterly love. On Monday night, we had our very first Sisterhood Thanksgiving, and it was such a success! I’m so thankful to everyone who came and brought food to the potluck. Just being a member of a sorority, too, can be a significant time commitment. In September, we had Recruitment events every weekend. Each week, we have Chapter, and the other leaders and I have regular meetings to program and plan events. In October, there was a plethora of Homecoming, social, and philanthropy events; this month, we have had Initiation ceremonies and rituals. 

The final night of Recruitment! I had such a bad cold, but Mucinex helped get me through the day.
The final night of Recruitment! I had such a bad cold, but Mucinex helped get me through the day.

Outside of sorority life, I was individually preoccupied with searching and interviewing for a second co-op (co-op/Cooperative Education at Northeastern = students don’t go to school for six months; instead, they work full-time for a company in the field they hope to pursue post-graduation). I went on my first co-op in Boston last January to June; this time around, I was really hoping to be hired at a company outside of Boston…off of the East Coast…thousands of miles away…in California. Many times in September and October, I was frazzled -- was I good enough to get a California co-op? Would I find a quality person to sublet from me for six months? Without a subletter, my family and I would lose a lot of money because we’d still have to pay for the rent of my portion of the apartment. (That is off-campus living for you, my friends). This stress, rather than holding me back, propelled me to write down my goals on the front and back of an index card: I’m going to California for co-op in January 2017 // I will find an amazing sublet. I consider this the index card that changed the trajectory of my entire future.

THE index card that hung above my desk all fall. With a giant side of oats, of course.
THE index card that hung above my desk all fall. With a giant side of oats, of course.

Because guess what happened, you guys? 

Both came TRUE. A good friend in my sorority is going to sublet from me, and I’m going to be moving across the country in a little over a month to live in San Jose, California and work in Silicon Valley at a fast-growing tech company. I could not be more excited or grateful for this opportunity, or for my sweet friend who’s going to live in the apartment while I’m gone. 

On top of sorority and going through the co-op process, I had to also, you know, go to some classes and take tests and write papers and read books. I had to go to school. And do well in school. I’m not someone to slack off in the slightest; while getting a co-op and sorority are important, my education (after personal wellness) is my top priority. This semester, as with all those before, I’ve set academic goals, and I’m crushing them. I like it this way. 

The Boston Public Library can be such a peaceful study space. Just don't sit next to someone who leaves their banana on the table...for hours...
The Boston Public Library can be such a peaceful study space. Just don't sit next to someone who leaves their banana on the table...for hours...

Speaking of personal wellness, this semester has also been filled with doing activities that make me better from the inside-out: sleeping as much as possible each night (realistically, 7-8 hours) yoga, power walking, listening to podcasts, cooking, eating healthy, and — oh yeah, WholesomelyHannah! While sometimes it feels impossible with everything else going on, writing, blogging, photographing food, and talking to you people are some of the best, happiest parts of my life. I’m so appreciative of this special, warm-hearted community (that I’m also super stoked to “take with” me to California in 2017 - LET’S GO). 

You all are my favorites. Don’t tell the others ;) 

So. I suppose you could say that this semester has been a wild ride. I’ve enjoyed it as much as possible and have spent as much time with my dedicated friends and spirited roommates as I’ve been able to. I’m happy about this because next semester I will not be living with or be in super close proximity to the extremely supportive #girlgang and community that I’ve built around me here. 

Now, I get a few days off (although I’m still going to be on that school grind; let’s finish off the semester strong because we’ve already come this far!) — then, I have two weeks back in Boston to dominate schoolwork, see friends, and host one final sorority Sisterhood event. After that, I give my sublet the keys to our apartment, pack my bags, and move out for 6+ months. 

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Two weeks. I’m going to enjoy each and every day that I have left with my roommates and best friends in this cold, small, and magical city called Boston, the place that I now consider my home. 

My friends and I went to see Ingrid Michaelson on her Hell No tour right before Thanksgiving break. This was honestly one of the best shows I've ever been to; I'm so glad Eleanor made me give up my grandma status for one night and see Ingrid at the House of Blues. It was WELL worth it.
My friends and I went to see Ingrid Michaelson on her Hell No tour right before Thanksgiving break. This was honestly one of the best shows I've ever been to; I'm so glad Eleanor made me give up my grandma status for one night and see Ingrid at the House of Blues. It was WELL worth it.

Happy Wednesday, lovelies! Make it a good one. 

XOXO, 

Hannah 

Not bad, right? This is the view from the roof of our apartment building. Oh Boston, you're so much easier to love when you are warm out!
Not bad, right? This is the view from the roof of our apartment building. Oh Boston, you're so much easier to love when you are warm out!