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On My Two-Month Old and Work

A quick update while my little one is napping. He just turned two months old on Thursday and just had his two-month checkup yesterday. He has grown 2.5 inches and has gained about 5 pounds since birth. He’s been wearing his 3-month sized clothing for a couple of weeks now, and I get kind of sad whenever I have to add things to this pile of clothes he cannot fit anymore. Although, on the more light-hearted side, yesterday he ended up smacking his pediatrician yesterday while he was trying to examine his ear. Poor guy. I got a pretty good laugh about it at least. Aside from that, everything is in order and his development is right on schedule. He’s full of energy, and is surprisingly really strong. Maybe all babies are stronger than I originally thought? Since he’s been a couple weeks old he likes to try and stand up. Actually, he does end up standing up– I always have my hands under his armpits so I just hold him up. Sometimes he straightens his legs and ends up nearly jumping out of my hands. Oh this kid of mine..

Niko now smiles a lot, and he still cries a lot from his colic, but the smiling makes me feel better at least! He likes it when people talk to him and he tries to babble back, it’s so precious. He’s starting to stare at colorful things (like my book collection) and really fixates on ceiling lights for some reason.

I cannot believe how much he’s grown and changed since the first day I met him! It’s fascinating to see things through a baby’s eyes because everything is so new to them. I swell up with pride when he learns something new, but then there’s that part of me that gets a little sad because he’s growing up so fast. I’ll be a hot mess once he starts getting older, he’s only two months old for crying out loud!

This two month mark also means I should start looking for employment now, because who knows how long that’ll take. I really do enjoy my time with Niko, but I really need something to do. Taking care of him is something to do, but I don’t think I’m cut out to be a SAHM. I went to grad school for a reason, and I have certain goals in mind for myself. Granted, this whole living in Charlotte, NC threw me for a loop. It’s not exactly an “international” city so I’m going back to the drawing board as far as ideal work situations goes. What I had originally wanted to do isn’t available in this city, and I think I’d move later on but for now I really need to get my feet on the ground. I’ve been looking at jobs for a while but there seems to be jobs that are either along the lines of either “administrative assistant” or “director/manager” and little in between. I really don’t want to low-ball myself into a job that’s unfulfilling and that I’m overqualified for, yet at the same time I have little experience in the field I’ve studied. Over educated and under qualified. So I’m in an interesting conundrum, which I feel will lead to something interesting. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Wish me luck!

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My Year in London

On Chris Hemsworth and Football

Like any major city, we have this impression in our head of what it was like, and then there’s the reality. Truth be told I never really.. imagined London as a city I’d ever visit prior to applying to grad school. I have a lot of places on my list, but for whatever reason it lacks English-speaking places. It just happened to have a program that was not to be found in the US, or at least not one I could apply to in time. There was a very short time between me finding this program and finding out I got accepted, so I had little time to process the thought of what living in London would be like.

Thor Premiere - London - Leicester SquareI had no experience in living in another big city for a long period of time, but I did live in Madrid for five weeks in 2010. This was my first time being in an environment like this and I can say it was not for me–not for forever at least. Nothing against London, but I just realized I’m not a big city person. I’d feel the same way about living in any other huge city like that. I much prefer a slower pace of life. I do love big cities to visit, because there is no shortage of things to do–and more importantly, good food to eat. Since I only had 6 hours of class time per week for each term, I had a lot of time to explore.

The beauty of living in a big city is that there is no shortage of surprises like walking in the middle of Leicester Square (FYI– it’s pronounced “Lester”) and seeing a movie premiere. This happened in October 2013, I was just walking around Chinatown foraging for food as usual. I ended up walking right behind a stage and I look up and not even 20 feet away was Natalie Portman. No big deal. Then I see this huge hammer and quickly realize it’s the Thor premiere. More importantly, Chris Hemsworth was there. And while he wasn’t close enough for me to get a good photo, I did see him. Besides, I’m convinced if I would have gotten too close, next thing you know I’d be a home-wrecker– and my conscience couldn’t allow me to break up a family. You’re welcome, Chris Hemsworth’s wife.

Later that month, some American friends flew in from Spain for the weekend to see the 49ers and Jaguars play in London. Now, I know nothing about American football, but I wanted to go to the game. It also gave me a good reason to feel somewhat American again. It was weird going through central London and seeing NFL signs everywhere. Apparently, they’re trying to make the NFL a thing over there. I don’t know. So anyway, my friends were visiting, which also gave me a good reason to do touristy things. I had been there for a month, and I believe this was the first time I actually went to see Big Ben and the London Eye. I’m not a huge Harry Potter fan, because I mentally check out of movie series’ when they space them out too much, but I did go take a picture at Platform 9 3/4. The odd thing is, I passed by that all the time because I had to switch at Kings’ Cross to get to my university or most places. There was never a shortage of tourists there.

So fast forward to Sunday of that weekend, we’re at the football game at Wembley. I was surprised at how many people were there, considering it’s American football, but there was no shortage of fans there. I’m at the game, I think I looked bored, but like I said before, I had no idea what was going on– and I really don’t think I’ll ever get it. This was my second NFL game I had been to that year, by the way. One of my guy friends at the game did explain something to me, and at that moment I did get it, but now I can’t even remember what it was. Happens every single time. Ne-Yo sang the national anthem and for whatever reason I randomly checked my second e-mail account. By second account, I mean the one with so much crap in it it’s not worth using but I still have it. I got this message from Facebook saying I won this contest that I randomly entered to meet David Beckham and that I needed to respond by Friday–it was Sunday. Panic ensued silently as I stared at that email, and I quickly responded to that person pleading that I missed the e-mail and was still interested in going, I even e-mailed the person twice back to back.

I didn’t say a word to anyone I was at the game with about that e-mail, but it was probably the only thing on my mind for the rest of the game. Talk about distracted.

In case you wanted to know, the 49ers beat the Jaguars 42-10.

As for the David Beckham thing, I’ll save that for next the next installment!

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My Year in London

On My Year in London, Pt. 1

Whenever I hear music from my workout playlist it instantly reminds me of London. I spent a year there and I know it is really weird that I barely ever mentioned it on this blog. Part of the reason was that I was busy having fun, because– HELLO I was in London, and the other parts I was having “moments” that I just did not want to talk about on my blog. But the good news is that I have a ton of pictures from my year there, my travels, and lots of blogging material. So now I’ll let people what I did there, besides I want to break up the baby blogging, my life is revolving around it right now and I can use the mental break.

Anyway, after I got settled at my first (out of three) place in London, I spent a lot of free time working out at the gym on my street and running to Primrose Hill or Regent’s Park, because it was so close to my flat. I lived with the weirdest landlady, who I’m sure did not give me her real name and used a flip phone. The flat and location were perfect. I lived right above a Waitrose, which is the American equivalent of a fancy grocery store, but not as fancy as Whole Foods, because they had a Whole Foods in London that I went to.. and it was much more expensive. I still went anyway, because.. I’m American. I also had a really nice doorman (porter), and a sexy elevator that reminded me of Grey’s Anatomy. As soon as I opened the door to my flat building to go outside, right across the street was the Finchley Road tube station and also a small shopping center. Trust me, living really close to a nice flat next to a tube station was heaven sent and SO convenient. Half a mile down the road was my gym, which was pretty nice by my standards and had a hot trainer that was always friendly with me. I hate distractions at the gym, but.. if it’s a really good one, I’ll welcome it.

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Basically, it was the perfect place for me, aside from the crazy landlady that I didn’t trust and the expensive price tag.

Then there was university, which was the reason I came to London in the first place.  I don’t know what I was thinking leaving so much time in between undergrad and postgrad.  It had been about 3 and a half years since I had set foot inside a classroom, and I swear it took that whole first term for my brain to even get with the program.  Not to mention, my undergrad degree was in psychology and this program was based in sociology/political sciences.  My professors might as well have spoken French to me for a couple of months. Not having to use your brain in that way in years and then having to think critically all the time, especially about a different subject, was so difficult for me.  All of this on top of trying to adjust to a completely different culture.  I will say this though, even though it was a challenge, completing it was so rewarding.  Who knows maybe I’ll bite the bullet and get a doctorate.  Maybe.

This post was more of a introduction to my year in London series.  I have a lot to cover, from my favorite places, meeting new people, meeting David Beckham*, traveling to other countries, the agonies of grad school, and general London information from my point of view.  My second installment will be on Thursday, and I’ll keep posting about London on Thursdays.. because TBT, naturally.  If by chance you want me to talk about anything specific feel free to contact me by the form on this page. Until next time..

*Yea, you read that correctly.  And to my friends, I will NEVER let y’all forget it.  EVER!

 

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