Post New Years Ramblings

I survived New Years unscathed. I went to a party with my boyfriend and had a few sips of alcohol here and there, but not enough to be classified as drunk. Overall it was a good time. I'm still having trouble believing that it's 2012. I'm also having trouble accepting the fact that I have to go back to school on Monday, that break went by way too quickly. In the meantime before I go back I still have to go to the dentist tomorrow to get one of my fillings fixed, go for a consultation with an oral surgeon on Wednesday about my wisdom teeth and I work on Thursday and Sunday. Basically that leaves me with Friday and Saturday to do whatever I want to do. (I still need to buy textbooks, do laundry and I plan on spending more time with my boyfriend before school starts again). 


Because it is that time right around new years it is also the time for resolutions. Now is the time where we pick and choose all of the things we really dislike about ourselves and our lives and promise ourselves we will make efforts to change these things only to give up on them a few weeks later. But as far as resolutions go, I have made none. I'm relatively happy with where I am in life right now, and I guess I don't see the point in making false promises to myself and adding pressure on only to be disappointed later. The only thing I think that I'd really like to do this year is travel. I'm getting a little restless. I want to go somewhere even if it's just a small trip. I know that I want to do a big trip to Europe at some point (which is not any time soon), but I think that this year I'd like to do something small just to get away for a week or two. (Maybe a small trip with  my boyfriend?)

Speaking of my boyfriend, today we went out and saw the new Sherlock Holmes movie. Afterwards we went to Starbucks, had hot chocolate and talked for a while. After he caught the bus to head back to his house I started walking home. On my way home I started hyperventilating and crying. I think it finally hit me just how much I have invested in this relationship, which is slightly terrifying. And now I guess I’m just worried that this was not the correct or normal reaction one should have to such an epiphany. Being with him makes me happy and I know that, but now it’s just bothering me that I had such a dramatic reaction to the realization of just how much I care about him, and how much of myself I've given to him.