Man, I want to go skydiving again. I think I'm getting addicted to extreme sports. Not that skydiving is a sport. And not that climbing is really that extreme. And I'm not sure sailing is either extreme or a sport. But you get the idea.
I want to go kayaking, kitesurfing, parasailing, hangliding.... I want to go skydiving again! I went climbing this morning, and I want to go again! My hands are getting shredded. I'm in a bouldering phase, so I've been spending a lot of time working on traversing, which uses different muscles and contact points than climbing top ropes, and my hands are just shredded. Other than that, though, I feel great. I gained back those five pounds I lost (%&$#@*!) which makes me angry, but I still feel like I'm in really good shape. I'm telling myself that I lost five pounds of fat and have now gained five pounds of muscle. "Just keep telling yourself that." I did a 5.10b/c today without falling on the second try.
I miss Santa Cruz already. I've been looking at it with different eyes since I realized I was leaving, and suddenly it seems like it's actually my home. I have a place here. And the weather really is great (except for those 47 straight days of rain we had in March and April) most of the time. And I may not have a ton of friends here, but I do have GOOD friends here. So it's going to be hard to leave. I'm also completely terrified of Yale. There's no climbing gym in New Haven. I got denied university housing, so I have to find a place to live from 3000 miles away. And what if I get there and find out that I hate the East Coast? Or what if everyone else finds out I'm not as smart as they are? Or what if it turns out that I hate science? Or what if... what if...
*goes to look up skydiving jump zones in Connecticut*
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