I am sitting in Panera, the only place where I can get the internet. We just moved to a new condo and our lives have not gotten as organized as I wish they were. I guess there really isn't much to do now but wait, work and make sure to get enough sleep. The details will follow soon.
I am stealing a quote from an email I received recently (you probably got it too, if you graduated from Westmont in 2009...), hope you like it. I do.
"You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer." Ranier Maria Rilke
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
moving and packing and moving.
We are moving. It is quite foggy and grey outside, but I have the day off and just over half of my current home is stuffed into nice brown boxes. Today's mission is to complete the task. And also figure out christmas gifts....
Note: my computer has died, and I have to use Tanner's, so that is why my blog has been so wholly neglected. Perhaps that will change in the nearish future.
Off to make a cup of tea. Happy Thursday.
Note: my computer has died, and I have to use Tanner's, so that is why my blog has been so wholly neglected. Perhaps that will change in the nearish future.
Off to make a cup of tea. Happy Thursday.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
We're having our first guest tonight! Homemade pizza is on the menu, probably accompanied by beer (diet coke for me, not into that nasty stuff) and maybe a movie?
Can't wait!
Also, confession:
I think I am becoming addicted to watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager.
Don't judge too harshly.
LOVE!
Can't wait!
Also, confession:
I think I am becoming addicted to watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager.
Don't judge too harshly.
LOVE!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I would love to invite you over, but unfortunately, you probably live at least 6 hours away. Not exactly the kind of drive you can make before dinner.
Also, my new home is a disaster.
When my husband (!) and I came back from our Tahoe extravaganza (it was awesome - ask me about the hot air ), our living room was piled high with wedding presents. Many thanks to those of you who are responsible- unwrapping presents is a joy not to be reserved for Christmas and Birthdays. I think we ought to give gifts more often, and much more liberally. Wonder what the world would be like if we did that?
I digress.
The challenge of integrating all the stuff of our lives is proving a daunting task. I've shoved things in the closets, piled things on top of shelves and closed just enough cabinet doors to make it livable - mostly. I'm supposed to be doing more of this at the moment, but I haven't gotten myself off the couch quite yet.
(Don't judge, I've been on Craigslist looking for jobs. It was only recently that I checked facebook and started blogging.)
I am a firm believer that our living spaces reflect in certain ways, the state of our minds and emotions. To understand my heart, you'll just need to look in closet: the clothes are, for the most part, all hung up. Not in good order, sometimes multiple items are on one hanger, but everything is behind the glass doors. My kitchen is another example: boxes on the floor, some spices won't fit in the cupboard, some dishes are clean and some are not...
Our Sacramento Adventure has begun.
Also, my new home is a disaster.
When my husband (!) and I came back from our Tahoe extravaganza (it was awesome - ask me about the hot air ), our living room was piled high with wedding presents. Many thanks to those of you who are responsible- unwrapping presents is a joy not to be reserved for Christmas and Birthdays. I think we ought to give gifts more often, and much more liberally. Wonder what the world would be like if we did that?
I digress.
The challenge of integrating all the stuff of our lives is proving a daunting task. I've shoved things in the closets, piled things on top of shelves and closed just enough cabinet doors to make it livable - mostly. I'm supposed to be doing more of this at the moment, but I haven't gotten myself off the couch quite yet.
(Don't judge, I've been on Craigslist looking for jobs. It was only recently that I checked facebook and started blogging.)
I am a firm believer that our living spaces reflect in certain ways, the state of our minds and emotions. To understand my heart, you'll just need to look in closet: the clothes are, for the most part, all hung up. Not in good order, sometimes multiple items are on one hanger, but everything is behind the glass doors. My kitchen is another example: boxes on the floor, some spices won't fit in the cupboard, some dishes are clean and some are not...
Our Sacramento Adventure has begun.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Can't sleep
Maybe it's the relocation anxiety, or maybe it's because my wedding is 4 days away....(!) Checked some blogs, ran through tomorrow's activities, cleaned some of the house, fretted about tedious and temporal things like timing and face painting (thank you Saul at the Prescriptives counter).
All while that beautiful man sleeps like a baby in the next room.
Just doesn't seem fair, does it? It must be better this way, I can take a sleeping pill and knock myself out for the next few evenings, but he's up and running at 6am, five days a week. Welcome to real life. Well, real enough.
Still waiting to see where our dreams head us, what adventures grow out of our new life, new home, new job, new everything.
Still hoping to keep old things too, like the Christmas ornaments my mom packed up and left in my living room, the china hutch that is slightly too big for my apartment (but Tanner lets me keep it), and the lovely people I've made space for in my heart.
I might go try one of those new pillows now, we'll see if we can't contradict our own title.
All while that beautiful man sleeps like a baby in the next room.
Just doesn't seem fair, does it? It must be better this way, I can take a sleeping pill and knock myself out for the next few evenings, but he's up and running at 6am, five days a week. Welcome to real life. Well, real enough.
Still waiting to see where our dreams head us, what adventures grow out of our new life, new home, new job, new everything.
Still hoping to keep old things too, like the Christmas ornaments my mom packed up and left in my living room, the china hutch that is slightly too big for my apartment (but Tanner lets me keep it), and the lovely people I've made space for in my heart.
I might go try one of those new pillows now, we'll see if we can't contradict our own title.
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