Current situation: home sick in bed. The excitement of the upcoming holiday has gotten the better of me, and as I type I’m spraying chloraseptic into my mouth and bouncing in and out of a Nyquil-induced haze. So bear with me.
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After almost four whole years in Manhattan, I’m still crossing items off my NYC bucket list, and last night was no exception! For the first time EVER, I traveled all the way to Flushing Meadows for the U.S. Open. The Unisphere? Saw it. The World’s Fair observation towers? They’re there too. Also, tennis, you guys. It’s great.
I consider myself an avid tennis fan, though I’ve never played an organized match and I really have no idea about the game’s strategy. But I do know things: Wimbledon is grass and all whites. Andre Agassi had a spectacular mullet. Serena is the GOAT (even if FiveThirtyEight says otherwise). And Andy Murray and Kim Sears are the Will and Kate of the tennis set.
About a month ago, I started to become extremely stressed with the normal, mundane, everyday kind of stuff. I could feel my body tighten every time I had to get on the bus and make my commute across town. I became restless wondering how I was going to finish all of the schoolwork I have left this semester. I was frantically checking my email and writing down lists of everything I had to do in a single day. And I worried constantly about all of the things in the world I can’t control. About a month ago, I also sent out my annual email asking everyone to tell me what they’re thankful for this year, and it changed everything.