Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of you, although I’m sure by now, “all of you” has become my closest friends and family, since I have practically disappeared off the face of the planet since September? October? It’s a bit shameful I can’t remember when I last gave a shout-out many months ago. I make no excuses for myself, but let me share what has been keeping me from writing on my little platform. A little recap, if you will, of what has been occupying my mind the past couple months.
I GOT A JOB in September in clinical nutrition at my local hospital. My position was “clinical nutrition assistant,” a very vague and unspecified title also meaning, “hospital customer service representative and general verbal punching bag for nurses, patients, and their family members.” I familiarized myself with clinical diet specifications and took patient orders for their meals over the phone and on the computer. Not the most glamorous of jobs, but I oddly didn’t dislike it. I got a great insight on how nutrition operates in a strictly clinical setting, and learned a great deal on how to work with dieticians and patients who may be SLIGHTLY resistant to their assigned diets. (i.e. cardiac patients do not appreciate it very much when you tell them they can’t have bacon. No, you can’t have sausage either, Sir. Oh, and forget regular coffee, it’s going to have to be decaf. Milk? Gotta be skim, sorry). That’s where the verbal punching bag part comes in… Anyway…
We also have been dealing with a big move. 23 years in the same house, and we finally down-sized. That, however, does not mean the 23 years worth of stuff downsized automatically with the house. Insert every frustrated emoji possible. Moving was a PAIN IN THE ASS. I don’t even want to get into how many back-and-forth trips my mother and I took, carrying huge and bulky piece of furniture after piece of furniture. Needless to say, I’m trying to erase it from my memory, and focus on the BEAUTIFUL kitchen I’m trying to use as much as possible before my NEXT big move…
As many of you know, I have a degree in Biology and French I’m hoping to apply towards a Masters in Nutrition so I can get my RD license and become a dietitian. GOALS. So, I applied to the Nutrition Education program at Teachers College, Columbia University in NYC. The whole process was terrifyingly fast. I submitted everything mid-October and my decision came at the end of November. And SURPRISE, I got in! The pure bliss lasted about two hours… Until I realized I had to drop everything and move to New York City. In a month. Now THAT’S a big move. Honestly, I haven’t had much time to be excited, I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get registered for housing and classes, booking plane tickets, submitting vaccination and class records, and also trying to wrap my head around the fact that I AM MOVING TO NEW YORK CITY IN JANUARY. Although I moved to DC four and a half years ago for my undergrad, this felt different… More permanent. As an undergrad student, I was going with the flow of everyone else, since getting a college education post-high school was just what you did! As a 22-year old (not to sound naïve) everything feels like my own path — one that diverges from everyone else. And then what? I’ll have a degree that will ultimately serve me in my career. Does that mean staying where I get my degree? What’s the move after graduate school? Conclusion: WHO THE HELL KNOWS. All I know is, I FINALLY get to study what I love. And I also know I want to share everything on the itty bitty platform of mine. This is probably the biggest and scariest adventure I’m diving into. I’m terrified. Terrified out of my mind. I’d like to consider myself brave and independent, but am I pushing my boundaries a tad too much? Probably. Most definitely; however, what’s pushing my forward is the certainty that I’m going to be stronger through this. Alright, pep-talk over.
So here’s what’s coming up soon:
I spent this Christmas with the Brooklyn Boy and his Greek family. I have stories. Stay tuned for those.
I’ve been WICKED excited to post a new recipe I’m working on for a vegan pasta bake. I kid you not, I’m so proud of it. The next time I make it, photos and a recipe will follow.
Thanks to all for your patience during my fall-off-the-face-of-the-social-media-planet period. I have really missed standing on my little soap box and talking about what I love. These next coming months are going to be wicked scary, but I’m hoping to use PBCT as an outlet to keep me grounded. See y’all in NYC!