Wow, it has been a bit since I’ve last posted here. August 3, 2017. Let’s see, where does one even begin? In September I moved to a pretty bomb apartment with my childhood best friend. We have sweeping views of Bellingham Bay and it’s a short walk to school. The late summer was filled with lots of last minute hikes, bouldering sessions on the beach, and many haphazard adventures. In the fall, I fell in love with biking again. I pushed the limits of my little racing bike, taking it on muddy trail rides and splashing it through countless puddles around town. But fall wasn’t just all biking, I started to recognize the importance of my Bellingham family. I spent countless evenings having family dinners with my brother and our close friends. And most importantly, in October we welcomed Luna into the clan. She immediately stole everyone’s hearts, despite being a holy terror sometimes.
So I’ve been a little absent lately, but nevertheless I have been busy. Since I’ve last posted, I have finished my last quarter at Walla Walla University and have transferred to my new university. (And done a whole of other things in between…) That whole process involved moving from Walla Walla to home to Bellingham. It has been a stressful couple of weeks, but ultimately I know that I am doing the right thing. Transferring to Western is one of the best choices that I have made for myself in awhile, despite the fact that I am starting over completely.
It is scary to go where not many people go. I came from a conservative private school and not many people attended public universities. I am one of the very few from my class that branched out and even so, it took me two quarters at the wrong university to figure out that I wanted something different. I’ve not even been here a week and I am already loving it. It is scary as hell, I know like 3 people and they are all upperclassmen. Then there is me… a lowly freshman who tends to get lost every 3 seconds. But despite being friendless, lost, and very confused, I know that this is the right place for me.
I am slowly transitioning (…or maybe not so slowly) into the person I’ve always wanted to be, but never felt that I could be.
At my previous university I was required to have a mentor who was overly religious and quite judgmental of my choices. Our last meeting ended in an explosion of her passive aggressively disproving of my life and not understanding my choice. Fast forward to my first day here and I was getting my ears pierced and my brother and I came up with a great idea of writing a blog called A Letter to My Mentor. And although I won’t make a whole new blog, I am thinking of posting about my life here in bellingham in a series called A Letter to My Mentor. And if I keep it up, it will be a really nice way to look back on this big, exciting, and important part of my life.
So right now that is me. I can’t promise consistent posts, as I am still getting settled, but I hope that soon I can get back to regular posts.