So pick me, choose me, love me.
(Before you continue, I apologize for my lack of updates in the past few weeks. Oh, and I warn you, this post is going to be kind of all over the place.)
Love Grey’s Anatomy, but of course, you already knew that. So in the case of Meredith, she finally got what she wanted at the beginning of the last season; but is what she got really what she wanted? Or, let me re-phrase, is what she wanted really what she wanted?
I have an over-active brain that likes to conjure up idiotic ideas and create hypothetical situations like “what if this happens,” and “what if this had happened instead of what actually happened?” Stupid, I know, but it’s hard to not feel helpless when your prefrontal cortex, the part of your brain responsible for the orchestration of thoughts and actions (hence decision-making), is somewhat (or so they say) inactive when love is the topic of discussion. So I guess what I’ve been thinking a lot about lately is whether or not I have the capacity to love someone again, to love freely and without reservations like I used to. It’s not so much worrying about not being capable to love anymore, because we were born and made to love, it’s more, what has to happen in order for me to let go of my heart again and hand it to someone else?
The beginning of this year has been different from the last two; more than ever, I’m truly learning to deal with life on my own: brand new room-mates, E not on campus, and no more standard time tables with familiar faces. All my fall-backs have kind of been taken away from me. But it’s been great, I feel like that old me is taking charge again. I’d forgotten how much fun it is to meet new people and make new friends, because really, many of the rewards in life come from outside that comfort zone; and if I trip over my own feet while pushing those boundaries, I’ll acknowledge the fall, learn from it, and move on.
And lastly, here are a few pictures of my new room for those curious ones =)


