Like time through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives.

It's been a while. I am still here. Muddling through work. I am taking a writing class at UCLA. It's a good outlet for all of the Romania stories which get old (even to me). Thank you folks for listening for so long. I met a fellow RPCV online on jdate if you can believe it. It seems as if us, ex-peace corps volunteers are hard up for dates. I still -- and I have now been on the service for well over two months --- have not managed to secure a date, much less a decent phone conversation. I am beginning to think it's me. It's me. It's totally me. To be honest I don't know if I actually want to go out with anyone. I just like flirting with the possibilities. That is my whole life flirting with possibilities and dreaming about what may be. Dang it. You know what's even funnier, my mom gave out my email to some guy she thought, "was really nice" and I didn't get mad. I even maybe got a little excited. Of course, he hasn't emailed. He won't. I hear Mom's voice now, "Nina with that negative attitude, he'll never write." Mental note: get rid of the bad attitude.
On other fronts I ran a 5k the other week. Yep, 3.1 miles. I did it and I didn't die. It wasn't so bad except for the last few hundred meters. I thought that I saw the finish line in front of me and got mentally prepared to stop but when I reached that point, I realized that the finish line was really two hundred meters in front of me. It took everything to push myself those last few feet. On to the 10K that is what I am planning. First though, I am going to run a 5k this coming weekend. Boy this is a pretty boring blog.