I’ve been plugging away at quite a few projects lately…C has been passing me work left and right for anything from wine shops to cleaning businesses in California. The work is time-consuming, but I’m loving it and getting in a few new projects for my portfolio. It’s win-win.
I just put together a list of everything I have to finish before the end of the semester…holy…crap. It’s not pretty. I just want to put life on pause, jump in my car and drive to, like…Alaska. Sit there for a few days and turn back around.
Aside from school, I’ve put in 2x my usual hours at work this past week. I thought I’d be able to make it back to my parents’ for the holiday, but false alarm! I’ve got to stick around F/M with my client, so I’ll be with her for Easter. I asked what she’d like to do on Sunday, and the first thing she said was, “NOT go to CHURCH!” Well…looks like we’ll be dying eggs and sleeping all afternoon…which doesn’t feel like Easter.
This will be my second Easter away from my family. The first time I missed spending it with family was in 2009, I won’t forget, I was in Ireland. I woke up on Easter morning in Belfast — there had been partying in the streets below my hostel all night. I jumped in a small, black cab with several other women, a few from Australia and South Africa, for a tour of the city. We saw what ruins the streets were in, and how badly Northern Irelands’ world had been torn by conflict between the Catholic and Protestant neighborhoods. When we returned to our bus to continue on to Dublin, the two Australian women had secretly placed a chocolate egg on each of our seats.
Later that evening in Dublin, I celebrated my arrival with the freshest Guinness beer and live music. The streets with throbbing with people! I had never spent a holiday as such, with so many strangers in such a foreign setting. I could not compare it to anything, and I couldn’t believe my fortune.
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