Trips to Maine

Y’all, I’m wicked busy lately.

On top of working full-time, some of which includes travel, I’m about halfway through my second term in grad school. Unlike last term, I haven’t broken my foot and been demanded not to walk around (there’s still time, though, I guess, but I don’t hope). So, I’m juggling work, school, and, y’know, living a life with my boyfriend and friends and plenty of donuts.

I’ve been to Maine twice in the last two weeks or so… I may have lost track of time awhile ago. What even is time, really, other than something I don’t have a lot of…

Wait, what was I talking about?

Oh!

I went to Maine with my lovely lady friends: Elyse, Gabbi, and Nikki. Nikki fed us marvelous foods, Gabbi serenaded us on the piano, and Elyse provided complicated wine bottles for everyone to drink from (and wonderful commentary like only Elyse can provide). We took walks, we played games, we drank tea and ate warm oatmeal cookies.

Maine with these girls is truly a magical experience.

Outside of eating, we went on to the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens, which provided an excellent amount of exercise and some great photo opportunities. I’m not always glad I bring my camera along, but this weekend was an exception. I got so much use out of it.

After that weekend, I got to travel up to Waterville for a work event. Instead of rushing home on Thursday I opted to take the day off and take my sweet time getting home.

I stopped in Freeport, which is like a town shaped shopping mall (both wonderful and overwhelming), and Portland. I drank my weight in coffee on Thursday.

There’s some pretty inconsistent editing on these photos which, at one time, would have made me feel bad. Now, to borrow from Lewis Black, “I don’t give a shit” now.

How to Fall in Love: Copenhagen Edition

When I went to Ireland and Amsterdam in 2014, I needed that trip. I talk about that trip a lot because it was so important to me. It was my first trip out of North America, my first extended trip as an adult, and the first time in 8 years that I felt, truly and completely, alone. I had no boyfriend, I hated my job, my health was failing, and I didn’t know if I would even make it to 2015.

I was scared, exhausted by my daily life, and I needed to be anywhere else.

I needed Ireland.

I needed Amsterdam.

When I booked my trip to Copenhagen, there was a part of me that thought I would need this trip too. I had just been dumped after a year of not-so-great-long-distance-dating. At the time it seemed fine, but even I knew, deep down, that we amounted to little more than friends. We were mismatched in too many ways to make something last. But, of all the things I am, I am stubborn and unrelenting.

It ended, and it should have, and I was okay with it a whole three days after it happened.

And then I went on a date. A date with a person who, at the time, I felt was odd and arrogant, but somehow felt like the most comfortable person I’d been around (he knows this). It’s easy to romanticize things looking back, and I promise you that I’m not. It took a few months for us to get on the same page about our relationship, and within those months, I planned a solo trip to Copenhagen. I felt like the need for a big trip was coming again. I felt like I’d need to be anywhere but home. I felt like things weren’t going to work out.

But that hasn’t been the case. I’m here because I want to be here, 3,600 miles from home, experiencing a new city, making mistakes, getting lost, ruining my feet, seeing everything I can possibly see… But I don’t need to be here. I don’t need to be alone.

My life has made quite a few unexpected turns over the last month. I’ve been home, on a lake, busy, sad, happy, frustrated, overwhelmed, and trying to set down roots in ways I never imagined I would.

But here we are.

And here I am.

This was one of the worst planned trips I’ve ever been on. I had a short list of places I wanted to go, but I didn’t spend too much time looking into what or when or how to accomplish anything. I didn’t look up restaurants I wanted to go to, or how to navigate the metro, or … Well, anything. I knew how to get from the airport to my AirBnB, and that’s about it.

I also had to buy clothes today to fly home in. There was no way an airline was going to let me board with pants that smelled that badly. I thought I had packed another pair of pants, but… just add it to the list of things I didn’t plan very well for this trip.

I feel like I’ve spent the last three days walking around in circles. I managed to go to Den Blå Planet,Tivoli, Ny Carlsberg Glypototek, Nationalmuseet, and Christianborg Palace (including the Tårnet, royal stables, and the ruins beneath the castle),  Kronborg (Hamlet’s Castle), Fredensborg PalaceNyhavn,  and The Round Tower. Oh, and I went on a canal tour, so I got to see a lot of things from the water that I didn’t visit, like The Little Mermaid statue and a bunch of landmarks.

There are two places I ate at every day that I wish I could take home with me: Wulff & Konstali Food Shop, and Cafe Alma. I could seriously eat at these places forever. I’ll miss them.

Things I wish I’d done: Frederiksborg Castle,  The Royal Library, any number of the old churches, and the Danish Jewish Museum. I also slightly regret not going to Christiania.

Even with all of that factored in, it’s hard not to be in love with Copenhagen. There’s art everywhere. I didn’t realize it until I took the canal tour, which gives you a unique perspective on a city that almost demands that you look up at every turn. There are statues on almost every building, even in the shopping districts. It’s beautiful here. The food is great, the people are friendly, and there’s nothing to regret. It’s worth the trip… even if you only have one pair of pants for three days of 70 degrees with 80% humidity.

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How to be a tourist: Copenhagen edition

  • Wear good shoes.
  • Bring a second pair of shoes.
  • Invest in Compeed blister patches.
  • Look out for cyclists.
  • Apologize all the time when you can’t hear someone so they think you’re apologizing because you don’t understand their accent.
  • No, really, look out for cyclists.
  • Say “hi” with an I sound instead of “hi” with an E sound so it sounds like you’re saying “shark” instead of “hello.”
  • Spend half your day at Tivoli.
  • Photograph your food… The locals will give you really strange looks and it’ll brighten your day.
  • Sweat.
  • Smell terrible. Re: sweat.
  • Wear whatever you want. People like to tell you not to wear shirts with logos or designs on them in Europe. “Europeans never wear that stuff,” they exclaim, ripping your “Boston” t-shirt from you and shredding it with their bare hands. It’s not true. I haven’t seen a shred of neon (thank God), but I have seen t-shirts of all variety. I’ve seen girls in dresses, girls in yoga pants, girls with screen printed shirts, girls with makeup, girls without, girls of all varieties! I’ve mostly just seen men wearing really tight pants, so I can’t comment much on the men’s fashion. But girls: wear whatever the hell you want.
  • Wait in a bunch of lines you don’t have to.
  • Get lost on your way home when you can’t access free wifi to figure out where you’re going.
  • Sit somewhere and just people watch. It’s worth it.
  • Drink all the lattes.
  • Attempt to say city and landmark names and get laughed at. Eventually start saying, “if I try and pronounce it, you’ll laugh at me. Where’s Hamlet’s castle?!”
  • No, I’m serious. Look out for cyclists.

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My bag holds a lot of stuff.

I smell bad and no one wants to sit with me on the train to Helsingør.

Train graffiti.

Steroid Withdrawal & Emotional Fallout

Some time over the last two years, I’ve started to feel like a different person.

In June of 2014, I started my steroid therapy for TAK. I started at 50mg a day, which is an incredibly high dose. I was on it for months before I started to taper off… And I stalled at 35mg for four of five months. In February 2014, I started tapering again, and it’s taken me over a year of messing with my immunosuppressants to find something that effectively manages my symptoms to replace the steroids.

I’m currently on 3mg of Prednisone, tapering my way to 0mg…

And I’m terrified.

Over the last year and a half, I’ve become a different person. While it’s true that most of my more irritating personality traits have remained intact — my brain never stops, I manage to be the most insensitive when I’m trying to be cautious, I’m judgmental and rude — the emotional part of me is entirely different. I’m cautious. I’m sensitive. I cry more, hurt more, and generally give a shit, well, … more. I feel more than I ever used to.

These are, I admit, mostly good changes. I’m no longer the biggest jerk on the planet when it comes to other people’s needs. I’ve done a pretty good job hiding this from the rest of the world — I still act cold and indifferent to even the most depressing parts of my life. I’m very good at “moving on” quickly, but the process of “getting over” is hard and dark.

Tapering off of steroids has a lot of withdrawal side effects. Some good, like weight loss… But mostly bad, like abdominal pain, low blood pressure, nausea, and mental changes.

Lately I’ve been overwhelmed by an endless string of thoughts.

What happens when I’m done taking these medications? Am I actually better? Will this happen again, and I’ll be on steroids again, and it’s a never ending cycle of fat face and fat body and pimples and an upset stomach no matter what I eat? Am I going to turn into yet another person? Will I go back to being who I was before, because she was kind of a jerk…

I’ve always been really good at catastrophizing, but I’ve only gotten worse in the last two years. It’s times like these that I have to separate from my surroundings. Being on the road helps sometimes, getting out and moving, listening to Rachel Dratch’s “Girl Walks Into a Bar” on audiobook… Heading somewhere and just participating in life outside of myself really helps.

And so I go to the beach.

And so I take photos.

And so I write.

Mostly I spend time with people who I love.

I love more.

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2015 in Hindsight

I was going to write a post about my entire year, including the highlights and the low points and then the very, very low points, but I’ve decided not to. I’m just going to show you this visualization of all the flights I’ve been on and curl up in a ball and weep*. This doesn’t even count my train, car, or bus miles…

To put this into context, the circumference of the earth is 24,902 miles.

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*I mean be excited for 2016. Totally. I’m not exhausted at all.