I’m writing this from the airplane on my way to D.C. Isn’t technology great? It’s nice to finally be on my way to my new home. Even though we moved out of our apartment and left Colorado a week ago, being in Kansas hasn’t felt like moving. We spent lots of time in Kansas while we lived in the Springs. It seemed like more of an extended vacation. Currently my brother, the two cats and I are...
I’m homeless and unemployed. I’m also long overdue for an update about the moving process so far. It didn’t always seem like it at the time, but I would almost dare to say the packing part was pretty easy (Anthony will tell you this is because I wasn’t there to help. It’s only half true). The nice part about a military move is a company is contracted to come...
The last 6 days. Up until yesterday it all felt a little like a dream. And then I had to say goodbye to my supervisor at work and it all came down really heavy on my chest. No one likes goodbyes but I am inherently bad at them. I ugly cry. I get all mushy and sentimental. If I were living a musical, I’d sing a ballad. So yesterday I said my first goodbye. And there are more to come...
I’ve had every intention of turning this blog into something but I think I’ve finally sorted out what is should be. It’s really surreal to think that it’s been 14 months since we heard we’d be moving and now we have less than 10 days left in Colorado. I hope that through this page and by sharing it with you, even though we’re leaving many of you behind for...
I got a new laptop. I love my new MacBook Air. Adios Dell!
I remember one of my college English professors saying in class one day, “If you want to BE something, you have to DO something.” This was said in a moment of frustration, angry that we, as creative writing students, spent so little time actually writing. It’s really too bad that by the time you appreciate whatever the hell it is you’re doing in college… it’s...
84, Charing Cross Road
I struggle with an overwhelming shyness sometimes. My friends argue with me about this all the time, claiming that I am anything but. My argument is- think back to when we first met. My levels of shyness vary at times but when first meeting people I’m usually a quiet observer until I determine what kind of person they are. One of my goals for 2012 has been to put myself out there more and...
I keep looking around this place, this city, staring at the mountains thinking ‘Fourteen months. That’s all that’s left.’ Anthony got official orders this week to Washington D.C. April 1, 2013 we will be checking out of Colorado. In my never ending quest to GO. DO. SEE., during all my daydreams of vacations I’d like to take, places I’d like to visit… I...
My whole life has been divided into segments of time. Days until summer. Days until prom. Days until college. Days until winter break. Days until graduation. Counting down days, and days, and days… It’s terrifying the morning you wake up and ask yourself what you’re looking forward to… what you’re counting down to… and it’s nothing but a giant...
The pains of growing up
I just filled out what feels like a thousand Christmas cards. 99% of them were easy. Merry Christmas. Hope this finds you well. The hardest to write, I found, were those to my English professors at SC. I feel like I left so abruptly. I feel like I never got the chance to say just how much I appreciate everything they did. Everything they showed me. They challenged me not to be complacent. I...
My upcoming reading list...
I’m working hard on cleaning up my diet. Not just what I’m eating but what’s IN what I’m eating. Example- Coffee creamer- not bad once in a while but OH! The hydrogenated oils I consume daily… More on that later. Vegetarian/Vegan diets have been an interest of mine for a LONG time. I do have planned vegetarian days, and Anthony supports me in those but will never...
Eating my way through New Mexico
I have always had a restless soul, much to the dismay of my mother. I can’t sit in one place for too long. Even the 18-plus years I spent in Goodland were filled with country drives and dreams of places far away that I would one day visit. When I first told my mom I wanted to go to Europe for 2 weeks after high school graduation, she said no. She said no the second time. Probably the third too,...
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
When my aunt died, it was a shock to everyone. She was going to the hospital for a follow-up appointment after her knee surgery. She fell right outside the entrance. She hit her head. Maybe she had a stroke, maybe she had an aneurism… I don’t remember the details. What I do know is she fell, went into a coma and never came out. My Uncle Bob lost his best friend of nearly 60 years. My family lost...
Did kickboxing for the first time (in a class setting) tonight. 60 minute class=650 calories burned?! Heck Yes! I was seriously moving it!
Last Saturday I watched the first snowflakes of the season fall on the other side of the window. At first they didn’t stick to the ground. But as they came down fatter, fluffier, heavier they started weighing down on the orange and brown leaves, covering housetops, and eventually sticking to the ground. It was the perfect day to make Cinnamon Sugar Pull-Apart Pumpkin Bread. Yes, it is...
Ink on the page
A few weeks ago I was talking to a group of people I had just met at a restaurant. One of the women asked me what I do professionally. “I’m a journalist,” I told her. The group was visibly impressed, though at the time, I didn’t know why. It’s not like I write for the New York Times or the Washington Post. I write for the Peterson Space Observer. There are certainly times when I wonder if...
I never sit in silence. There is always noise. White noise. So when the quiet does compress on my ears it makes the voices in my head talk louder. The voices in my mind are not kind. They scream at me. I’m too fat. I’m too lazy. I should be doing something useful instead of sitting in the not-so-quiet anymore. It’s amazing just how subtly things change. I could have sworn the...
Everybody is just a stranger but that's the danger...
It’s the strangest feeling realizing that “home” isn’t really home anymore. I grew up here. I speant the first 18 years of my life here, plus some weekends, summers and holidays. But I don’t really live here anymore… I haven’t for awhile. I’ve reached a point where from now on I’ll always just be passing through. I could walk this place, this...
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The coming of fall
…means rolling deep in the waves of melancholy. Letting it wrap around me like a warm blanket and rock me gently to sleep. There’s nothing more peaceful than curling up by the window on a cloudy day with a book, the cold air from the outside raising the hair on my arms through the glass. Welcome back old friend. I’ve missed you.