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On my drive home from work today, listening to Kaleo's "Way Down We Go," I realized I have been unusually content with my life recently. The latter half of 2017 was downright incredible—in terms of personal accomplishments and career, at least. More on this later.
2017 for me started in
York, PA, where I was visiting my "adopted" white family, and was convinced by Taylor and Aysenur to purchase my own sewing machine, mainly so that I can start tailoring my own clothes. So I did.
In January, I officially received my MD engineering license, the first of many. I even stamped and signed my first few projects. Later in the year, I obtained licenses in VA and DC as well. OK is still pending.
In February, I attended
Smrti and Eric's wedding in Saratoga Springs, NY. While up there, I visited my sister and did some sightseeing of
good old Albany, NY.
In April, I started upgrading the old Trek road bike Taylor gifted me a few years ago. The repairs started with a broken brake cable replacement, just to get it rideable again; I didn't anticipate a full upgrade. But piece by piece and about $1,000 later, I had
new wheels, tires, brakes, shifters, and levers. Later in July, Taylor and I biked the (painfully uphill)
40-mile rail trail from Cockeysville, MD to
York, PA.
In June, I visited Detroit for the first time (outside of DTW), to hang out with
Taylor, Graham, and Sarah. I went
camping, by
Lake Michigan, for the first time. Unfortunately, the observation level of the GM Renaissance Center was closed for renovation. But did catch glimpse of
Motor City Pride.
In July, I attended
Myra and Ben's wedding in Cambridge, MA. It was nice to hang out with
the bros again.
In August, I resorted to Solar Eclipse Plan C, but still found my way to the path of totality for the "
American solar eclipse." I drove from Washington, DC to
Nashvegas, TN to visit a few friends, and decided to attend a viewing party in a place called
White House, TN, about 30 minutes north of Nashville, to
stare at the sun. I was even randomly asked to get photographed, and later featured on the
local newspaper website. (The ten hour drive alone in a white Kia Soul was a new personal record for time and distance.) On my way back, I detoured through
WV, which was my first time in the state.
In September, I had my first surgery—nasal septoplasty and turbinoplasty. I was getting extremely anxious as I prepped and signed all the paperwork in the
Nemo Room, especially considering how it was an entirely voluntary procedure. At the time, I felt pretty foolish for volunteering for it. I walked myself over with my IV bag to the cold operating room, laid myself down on the table, put my head on the purple foam pillow, and then next thing I knew, I woke up in my recovery bed with gauze taped to my face. Fortunately, there were no complications. Thanks to Kelsey for being my adult chaperon and caretaker for a few days at home. I was prescribed some narcotic painkillers, and I took some just in case (and just so I could say I took narcotics for the first time), but there was essentially no pain whatsoever; just some swelling and numbness. Splints were removed just four days after the operation. The amount of packing that the doctor removed from my nostrils was astonishing. (I even asked the doctor if I could take a photo of it all in the trash.) Most of the recovery took place over a few weeks. I was able to go running in about two weeks. Full recovery took just about a month. Quality of living—a.k.a. breathing ability—has increased substantially. Highly recommend!
In October,... well October was pretty eventful. After over a year of realizing I needed to quit my job, I finally got serious about finding a new one by the end of summer. On Friday, October 6, I went in for an interview. Because of my propensity to schedule all the stressful things for the same time, I immediately followed up the interview with a four-hour engineering certification exam. I passed the exam, and I was extended a job offer the same day. All of this was followed by a celebratory drive back to NYC to spend time with family for the weekend. I remember listening to Cold War Kids' "Love Is Mystical" during the drive north. It felt appropriate.
The following weekend (October 13-15), one of my HVAC vendor reps took me and a few other engineers to San Antonio for a
engineering seminar trip. Of course, while in Texas, we all opted to visit a shooting range and eat lots of steak. We also visited the Alamo and the River Walk. Having never shot a gun before, I had to slowly work my way up from 100 rounds of a .22 pistol to ending up trying a .308 FN SCAR 17 rifle (from which I kept a fired casing as a souvenir). Yes, it was loud. Yes, it was terrifying. Yes, it was a cool experience. I'm not entirely sure I'd want to do it again though, at least not for a while.
I returned from the all-expenses-paid San Antonio weekend trip and put in my
three week's notice that Monday, October 16. It was three weeks, and not two, because I had already planned a work-related seminar and factory tour trip to Germany... which I still went to, because at that point, WHY THE HELL NOT? A free one week vacation—essentially between jobs—meant no worrying about work emails whatsoever.
This year was probably the first time I definitively fulfilled my new year's resolution—to run a 5K. During
weekend runs on the National Mall, I was able to run a full 5 km, on perfectly level ground, in 36 minutes, if I could finish at all. The morning of Saturday, October 20, two coworkers and I ran the
Baltimore 5K. Somehow, I finished in 29:06. Later that same day, I was on a plane to Europe. Yes, after the 7 hour flight, my knees and calves were tight and in pain. I limped slowly through customs in Brussels, and waited for my connecting flight to Berlin. We started in
Berlin, and went on to
Liepzig, to
Cologne, to
Attendorn (stayed at a
castle!) to
Rheingau, to
Frankfurt. Like the San Antonio trip, the
Germany trip was also paid for by others. I spent maybe $200 in total, primarily for getting to and from IAD, daily international mobile data plans, and personal souvenirs. What a trip!
On November 04, I left
Gannett Fleming. By that time, I logged the most overtime hours in 2017 among mechanical engineers in the company (198 hours); not sure if that's something to be proud of or not. I regretted having to abandon my friends and allies in the company, but it was about time to leave the toxic environment in the Facilities group. I teared up when I said good bye to my boss. Dave and I watched The Book of Mormon in expensive second row seats at the
Kennedy Center that night.
Just two days later, on November 06, I started my
new job in Rockville. On November 11, I celebrated my
birthday in York, PA and test drove a new
MX-5 Miata for fun. (First time successfully driving stick-shift on the streets and surprisingly did okay.) On November 14, I flew to Rapid City for a multi-day work meeting, and found time to see
Mount Rushmore; it was okay.
Dinosaur Park was pretty neat too.
When I started the new job, I was at first very suspicious why people were so chipper around the office and why they were so nice to me. Like, what are you trying to hide? Two months into the job, I've concluded that maybe sometimes people are just
nice, that maybe it was because there isn't a backstabbing narcissistic manager in the office like my old place had. So that's good, I guess. So far at the new job—as "senior mechanical engineer," whatever that means—I've been able to keep up. The hustle is real.
What a year!
Summary from all the air traveling in 2017:
- New states visited: West Virginia, Texas.
- New country visited: Germany.
- New airports visited: ALB, BRU, FRA, RAP, SAT, TXL.
- New airlines flown: Brussels Airlines.
I'm going to wrap up 2017 having added about 23,050 miles on the
SCP3SHP this year, for a four-year lifetime total of about 89,650 miles. With my new commute that is now a third the distance and half the time compared to what it used to be, my rate of mileage accumulation has plummeted, making it just that much harder to join the 200,000 Mile Club. Fingers crossed! I've been considering getting an old Miata to play around with as a spare car; haven't decided yet. With help from Taylor, I also learned how to do my own oil change,
brake and rotor replacement, and spark plug replacement this year. Learning from mistakes is the best way to not make them again... like driving at 65 mph for 40 miles with loose lug nuts (true story!). Also worthy of note on my car ownership adventure: I got my first
flat tire on the Mazda and also my first parking ticket.
2017 was also the year I finally decided to take my Cornell diplomas out of their cardboard sleeves and install them in decent frames. Now, they're in fancy frames, but wrapped in plastic bags, in the back of my closet.
I hope 2018 will be just as productive, challenging, and rewarding as 2017 has been for me. It is odd though that my "good" year was the same year of increasing national and international turmoil. With an ongoing investigation of probable collusion, explicit White House nepotism, obvious presidential lies, various terrorist attacks (domestic mass shootings by Americans count too), nuclear escalation with North Korea, and America's withdrawal from the Paris Agreement, I hope 2018 will bring us some correction to the national embarrassment that is
Trump and the blatantly hypocritical Republicans that surround him. Hopefully, we'll learn to put aside "alternative facts" and focus on real ones, and hopefully disgusting men will learn to keep their hands to themselves. Good luck to us all.
P.S. AirPods may looks like snot dribbling out of my ears, but using them day-to-day in the office has been truly magical.
P.P.S.
Flannel sheets in wintertime make for fantastic dreams.
