09 Oct Welcome to your new life of being late to everything

I am always late. Since coming here to San Francisco, I am always late. In the very literal sense that I end up doing assignments the morning they are due and that I only figure out, class is cancelled when I walk into an empty class room. But also in the sense that I always feel like I am behind on something. Not doing enough of anything.

I am behind on reading for class, behind on assignments. Behind on partying and socializing and hanging out in parks and smoking overprized cigarettes and drinking 4$ wine on the roof top. Behind on travelling – why haven’t I travelled yet? That’s one of the things I really wanted to do, coming here.

I am behind on dating. My God, there is just an absolute abundance on cute people here that I would like to date but I have no idea where to find the time. I am also behind on blogging, seeing as this is my very first blog post. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be like this. So yeah.

Hi, I’m Maria, I’m from Denmark and I’m chronically late for my own life.