…the 21st night of September?
I celebrated my two-year anniversary with my boyfriend. Admittedly, this was the second two-year anniversary I celebrated with someone, but now this marks my longest relationship. Not only that, but this has been a really fun two years. Often times, I feel like we’re still in the honeymoon phase- but we do argue over stupid things like who did the dishes and made the bed. So it’s not all sunshine and roses, but it is great. I could not have asked for a better person to be there for me during graduate school and I hope he would say the same about me.
In addition to celebrating two years together, I got him to run a 5K with me. It was a pretty remarkable feat, I’ll be honest. Getting him to get up on a Saturday morning and run was no easy task, but we had a great time together. That’s the story of September for me: having a great time with others.
I really enjoyed life in September, I wasn’t bogged down by negative thoughts, I just really started moving forward. Also in September, I passed my comprehensive exam and officially became a PhD candidate in chemical engineering. NBD (okay, BFD). But I don’t want to talk about that, because it was something I had to do, and something that stressed me out a lot (evidenced by the gorgeous stress rash I had). It was not the happiest of times for me, but it also was the happiest of times for me. It was the best of time, it was the worst of times…