Yeah, so I don’t live in paradise anymore. And by paradise, of course I’m referring to Puerto Rico which I lived in for the past year as I did my nutrition internship. It wasn’t so much a paradise as I lived in it because I was so unbelievably stressed and busy due to the internship, but it was a sort of second coming of adult freedom for me so it’s a special place for me. 🙂
Anyway, what happened the past five or six weeks since the last update?
I went to the Diabetes Association where Gia and I essentially did busy work. That was our last rotation together. Super chill, anticlimactic one to end it on, but oh well. The last rotation we each had was individual and was our choice. Gia went to our old cafeteria rotation we’d been on in February or so and I chose to go to Agricultural Extension that I’d gone to in November. I liked the professor and even though it was a trip across the island to the university I figured it’s my last rotation and I should do what I want to do for once in this internship.
After that, rotations were over and we had two weeks of just logistics to take care of. Axyl had long since come to an understanding with the director of the program that he would not be attending the graduation after everything that happened between him and some other interns, so he left in the middle of the first week of this. I begrudgingly stayed for the graduation. (I wish I hadn’t had to attend it either.)
Final Days in Puerto Rico
My dad came down to for the graduation. I told him it wasn’t necessary and that if I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t. But he doesn’t listen to me. So, he came down. I felt dead inside. I just did not feel like celebrating. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I wanted to lay in bed all day and forget the world. Well, my dad thought I was going to take him out and do things like I did for Easter. I thought I would too. But I didn’t. Going anywhere was a battle and after four days of sharing a room and oxygen with my father almost 24/7, I’d had it.
I switched gears and spent time with my remaining friends in Puerto Rico: Amanda, Joseph, and Chance. Yeah, I came home late (5am) and the next day (out of spite, I’ll admit) didn’t come home at all, but I felt like I had to. You know? This whole year I was on my own. I mean, I lived with Axyl, but in the parental sense I was on my own. I could do all the questionable things I wanted. (Not that I’m super crazy or anything.) But if I wanted to, I could stay out until 5am. I could go out at 10pm. Whatever!
Sooooo…. it became a thing. Lots of things were said. But I regret nothing. It had to be done. The first days moving back in with my parents were bumpy and I was at a point where I straight out told my father “you can say what you want, but I’m going to do what I’m going to do and if you don’t like it I’ll go to a place where you don’t have to see it.” I was ready to move out by the end of the month, if I felt that’s what I needed for myself. Spoiled Brat? Maybe.
Unfortunately this year long experience has given me fangs and taught me to fight back. Maybe that’s not the unfortunate part. The unfortunate part is I’m still getting used to them and am testing them out on my father. Oh well, Gia was right… sometimes it’s the only way to get people to pay attention. :< However it happened, I’ll be staying in Texas for the foreseeable future.
I have too many plans. Too many things I want to do and some I need to. I have to study to take that exam to get licensed as a dietitian. I’m going to give myself until the end of October for that. I also am committed to training to complete a triathlon. I have a few sprint triathlons in mind for this year and my first regular one for next year. I hope I get that far with those plans, haha… I just started running and biking this week and I start swimming next week, so I’ll keep y’all updated.
Speaking of which, I know I’ve been saying this forever, but weekly blogs are coming back. Honestly, they probably won’t be as exciting, since I don’t have to travel or really leave my house for anything, but one is in the works to be published on Monday, July 15th, so come back for that. Also, since I’ll be holed up at home all day every day for the next few months, Friday Thoughts and Pasts posts will be coming back as well. I’m much more reflective when I have the time and oxygen to do so. I’m not sure about the Wednesday poems being a regular thing, but it’s all a process.
Look forward to my first weekly blog in a while that will be published on Monday (July 15th) where I go to a couple medical appointments and try to start a study/workout routine. Hey, it’s my first full week back! I need a boring week to get into a groove! More exciting things to come! Hope to see y’all there!! 😀