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I’m back!!! Finally! Is it really Friday? Seriously, this week is such a blur, but for a very, very, very good reason. Now I would tell you all about my week, but this is the weekend and the first rule of the weekend is that you do not talk about work. So I cannot talk about this week, not one mere hour of it. Get it? If you don’t, I’ll break the code for a second and say that this week was all about work- 24-hours a day, for the past 4 days. Okay. Maybe I have to talk about work a little bit, so here it goes…
This week, over 150 people from across the country- that are attached to my non-profit organization in some shape or form- traveled to good old Chicago for the launch of our new initiative to help make positive, healthy changes in schools for the benefit of the students, staff, and surrounding community. With the generous support of the Chicago Bears, we were able to work with two urban elementary schools on projects, such as painting their cafeteria & new mural, making improvements to the playground, building a brand new fitness room, taste tests of new healthy fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, and energizing fitness activities. Oh yeah, and the kids had a blast with the Bears mascot too!! More pictures & videos will be posted soon so check back on our website at www.ActionforHealthyKids.org and our Flickr page, http://www.flickr.com/photos/actionforhealthykids.
I could tell you all about the week’s events- from how my alarm went off at 4:30 am three days in a row; to all the running around Chicago that we partook in; early morning and late night prepping; and how sore my mind and entire body are- but instead, I’ll say that every moment of it was A.MAY.ZING. and worth all the exhaustion. Why? Two reason: 1) The KIDS and their excitement & happiness; and 2) The people- old friends and new friends- that I had a chance to spend this week with. As one of our 150 volunteers said, “This week was recharging!‘ I am recharged. See, this is the past of my job that I really do enjoy…the reason I took a chance and moved to Chicago for the position in the first place. That was over 2 years again. Wow! Actually, Wednesday marked the 2-year work anniversary. I began serving the organization in Columbus, Ohio in July 2007- ironically officially beginning with my AmeriCorps*VISTA training here in Chicag0- but I didn’t begin my employment with national until September 29, 2008.
This week I had a great opportunity to spend time with two former colleagues of mine from Columbus, Shelly & Jan. Not only was it great to see and catch up with them, but I also enjoyed witnessing- for myself- how much I’ve grown since I was living in Columbus and first moved to Chicago. As I said to Shelly, “I don’t even feel like that person anymore.”
I will never tell you that moving/living here was easy. In fact, it’s been down-right difficult for me, especially in the beginning. I have never felt so out-of-place in my life. I have never struggled so much to find where I belong. But, I will always, always, always carry this adventure with me: The struggles & the successes.
During the activities that occurred this week, I had multiple people (men & women) point out my smile. It was “you’re always smiling”, “you always seem so happy with that smile of yours”, and “there’s that smile of yours again”. Much to my surprise, I even got hit on by two different guys- one (cute guy from Seattle) in an elevator when I was E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D.- but I’ll take it. I was so taken back that I went back to my room and Facebooked my dear friend, Adriana, saying “I think I may have just gotten hit on in an elevator. Maybe?” It’s just been sooooo long since I’ve been hit on by a normal (at least looking, non-homeless) guy. Sadly, I’m being serious about this.
I’m realizing that my tiredness is drastically affecting my writing in this post (my apologies) and so I’ll make my point. Happiness is the most attractive quality one can have. Confidence is the best accessory. I am grateful that I encompassed both this week. I don’t always carrying one/both with me when I wandered through the city streets, and hardly ever during the work hours, but I’m very appreciative for the differences that this week’s schedule entitled me.
So I guess the lesson learned is to enjoy what you’re doing and you will ultimately inspire, not only, others and yourself. Smile because you will make the world around you a better, happier place- for yourself and others.
You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You can’t get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you’re doing, but what you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself. ~Alan Alda
I inherited a lot of personality traits from my mom, with her genuineness, sincerity, loyalty, humbleness, and generosity only being a few. However, even though we share more similarities than I ever noticed before, I am certainly not my mom. In fact she’s constantly telling me that I am, “my father’s daughter” upon noticing the quirks that he blessed me with. My dad is one-of-a-kind and, as I’ve probably said before, he has set the bar very high for any possible suitors.
But back to my mother. While she has proven to be one of my best friends and confidantes, we will never see eye-to-eye due to the different experiences that we’ve encountered along our individual journeys. Sure, she’s been by my side each day for 26 1/2 years, she has not seen everything that my eyes have seen nor heard what my ears have heard. And she definitely has not felt half of what I’ve felt over the years, although mother’s intuition has probably led her to understand me more than I realize.
My parents are on their way to join me for a few days in here in The Petting Zoo, my new nickname for Chi-town because it literally smells like such in the hot & humid summer air. I told my psychiatrist that today and instead of upping my medication, he told me that I made his day by saying, Maybe I’m not so crazy afterall, but seriously it’s true. This city smells horrendous.
Waiting for my parents’ arrival makes me think about moving here over 1 1/2 years ago and what a different girl I was back then. In fact, I’m not even sure if I recognize that girl who moved into an empty apartment with her whole life packed in boxes. Other than a few meals and basic neighborhood exploring, we hardly left the apartment as I spent the weekend fearing the unknown of Monday morning when my parents returned to Pittsburgh and I made my first trek to Skokie.
Well that was then, and this is now. I am anxious for my parents’ weekend vacation to begin, as for some reason they both always seem to feel relaxed when visiting the me and my city. Did I just call it my city? Seriously, who am I? To be honest, I feel more relaxed (for the most part) when my parents are in town. Knowing that my parents can physically see what I go through everyday- or at least in some capacity- makes me feel better about being here. To anyone who has lived away from home, perhaps this makes most sense to you.
This week I’ve had the unexpected pleasure of reconnecting with an old friend, which has led to a reunion at the DMB concert at Wrigley Field in mid-September. To be honest I never thought that this friendship could be repaired due to my own regrettable actions. (Long story, but in essence it was part of my I need a change days before going to OU in the summer of 2003.) The end of that friendship (and a few others that coincided) have scarred me for many years as I regretted my actions and how I chose to run away. Just thinking about those days reminds me of how much I’ve grown up and changed, knowing that I’d never behave that way again. You live and you learn, and that’s all I can say about that.
While I don’t hold my relocation to Chicago responsible for everything, I think that it deserves more recognition than I’m always willing to give. Sure I give it credit for my non-ending journey, but I don’t always properly acknowledge the impact that it has had on my various relationships.
Living here has taught me to appreciate, and never take for granted, the people who you love. My parents & brother are three of these people. Being away from them is never easy, especially when I only end up spending time with them on a few holidays and long weekends about every 3-4 months.
When I packed my bags for Chicago in November 2008, I didn’t know where this journey was going to lead me. I didn’t know that my friends would stand by my side and that parents & family would support my daily decisions. I thought that by going away to the big city, I had to abandon who I wa My pain has diminished and my scars remind me what I’ve overcome rather than hold me back.
So here’s to a weekend with my parents here in Chicago to celebrate my family and my friends’ continuous support and how far I’ve come. To the journey that I embarked on a few years ago, and to the many adventures that I’ve yet to experience.
The title of this blog comes from the song, Lover Lover by Jerrod Niemann.
Michigan. I’m now in Michigan. The Ohio girl in me cringes just saying that. Anyways, my trip around the Midwest is continuing, and also not letting up anytime soon either. It’s exhausting just thinking about the past few weeks (maybe even past two months) and the coming weeks as well- Memphis, TN and Athens, OH (home to my alma mater) are the next weekend trips. You may ask, where am I getting the energy for all of this traveling? Honestly, I have no idea. Pure adrenaline is the only rational response. Oh, and maybe Starbucks. Come on, you had to assume that I’ve been using that to fuel me these days; however, not as much as you’d think.
Right now I’m sitting here on the train to Michigan, for a weekend at the lake house with one of my favorite families in the world, The MacPhersons. They were one of the many families in Columbus that has taken me in since living there almost 3 years ago. I still remember the first time I met them. Jen was another AmeriCorps member at CHA and we almost-instantly became friends due to her huge heart and our shared passion for Barnes & Nobles. (lol). I can still picture the moment that Jen invited me for a post-Thanksgiving meal at her parents’ house. “My mom makes the best sweet potatoes (casserole).” Sold. I made my first of many ventures to Gahanna (a suburb of Columbus) and met the lovely MacPhersons, and indulged in some of Mr. Mac’s homemade red wine. Jen and I spent the evening watching movies and learning more about one another- outside of work. I think it was the night that I really fell in love with my life in Columbus. Up until that point, almost all of my friends in the city were ones from OU.
Even some of my current best friends didn’t know me a few years ago, so in hopes of helping others I’m going to share this with you all. When I was living in Columbus working at Children’s Hunger Alliance as an AmeriCorps*VISTA member, I had a breakdown. I was twenty-four years old and I had a breakdown. Kind of crazy just thinking about it, but honestly, with this day and age, I don’t think it’s that surprising. My breakdown was mostly caused by being overworked/overstressed in my job. I was working too much, but I couldn’t stop myself. My anxiety levels were maxed out, and unfortunately I was even abandoning good friends of mine because I simply couldn’t manage it all. The worst of part of it is that I almost lost one of my best friends, Kristin, because I just wasn’t at all myself. Above all else, I see myself as the best friend you could ever have (if you let me). My friends are everything to me, and I’m just thankful that Kristin (as well as the others) were patient with me during my breakdown.
The move to Chicago was a blessing in disguise. At the time it caused me more anxiety because I had no intention in leaving Columbus (my home) and my friends (my rocks). But God had other plans for me, and amidst fighting it a bit, I listened to my heart and knew it was what I had to do. As I’ve said time and time again, I have no regrets moving to Chicago because it has given me time to learn more about myself and my capabilities. I have grown more than I could possibly imagine, and so no matter how difficult the times have been, I am grateful for this whole adventure. I am who I am today because of all of the struggles, bad days, and challenges I’ve overcome.
Friends have been worrying about me lately, and with my zombie-mode this past week I can finally understand why. I’m beat, but somehow I’m keeping myself going. This is just me. This is how I am. I like staying busy. I like doing things for friends, and experiencing new things. This makes me think of my dear friend and Pen Pal, Alisha, and a post she had on her blog earlier in the week. Check it out! I used to be a lot like Alisha- and still am in several ways. As I shared with her, I used to live with a lot of regrets- the whole Casey scenario being the big one. My anxiety prevented me… (scratch that) I prevented myself from doing a lot of things that I dreamed of doing. Now I just regret the things I regret not doing. My motto has become: Do the things that you’d regret not doing.
I cannot remember exactly when it was, before or after moving to Chicago, but Jen said this to me and it’s stuck in my mind since: Sometimes you have to get lost to find your way. I’ve been lost (a lot) in the past, and between you and me, I still feel a bit lost. But the difference between then and now is that I know I’m on my way. The destination isn’t completely clear, but I’m learning more and more to embrace that. Life is a journey; and adventure. If I can certainly say that live in Chicago has been an adventure for me- a very crazy adventure.
Staring out the window on this train I cannot help but wonder how I got here. I smile. Smile knowing that I would have always wondered ‘what if’ and lived with so much regret if I had not taken this chance.
And for instance I most likely wouldn’t have been on a train to the MacPherson’s lakehouse for a relaxing weekend with some of the most amazing people I know. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend! I’ll check in again when I have a chance- including another final post on Julie’s wedding last weekend.
Note: I wrote this earlier in the morning, on the train, but just had a chance to post it in the evening. The rest was written after arriving in New Buffalo, Michigan.
With the past few weeks that I’ve been having, actually maybe months, I was surprised at how awake I felt when I arrived at the New Buffalo train station at 10 am (ET) this morning. I was immediately flabbergasted by the simple beauty of this town- and I was only at the train station! I describe it as a mix between Starrs Hollow (from Gilmore Girls) and Stone Harbor, NJ (my family’s vacation spot, which we will be visiting in August).
Jen and I spent the day riding around in the golf cart; spending time at her Grandma’s pool with her cousins; visiting with the extended- MacPherson family; eating fantastic food at all meals. Living the lifestyle, right? The MacPhersons are always good to me and I honestly see them as part of my family now.
We ended the evening by stopping at the fair for Elephant Ears/ Funnel Cake with Jen’s sister, Kate, and her boyfriend, Scott. It was in a place called Michiana…love the name. Though it doesn’t hold a candle to my Chibus- the perfect combo-city of my Chicago and beloved Columbus. I’m kicking myself for not taking a photo of the sign.
Here are a few photos from the fair, which Dan (Jen’s brother) correctly described as “White Trash Central”, with comments next to them.
Have you ever seen so many versions of Elephant Ears offered at a fair? We were mesmerized.
Jen’s mom instructed us to go to the fair for find some eligible Bachelors, which I laughed at, and this is what I came up with. Unfortunately Jen and I had to fight for the same ‘man’.
Has anyone else noticed how crazy-looking carnis are? I told Jen, some of them look exactly like the schizo-homeless men in my Chicago neighborhood. I’m not kidding. The more I saw, the creepier they looked.
And there were so many teens carrying these huge stuffed animals. I mean seriously, do you really need this banana? It’s huge. And please don’t say “That’s what she said.”
P.S. Alisha, I definitely thought of you when I saw the giraffe stuffed animal and had to take the photo.
I was honored to be asked by a fellow blogger that I’ve met through the 20sb group to serve as a guest blogger this week during his vacation. Thanks so much, Patrick, for this fun opportunity. Check out his blog! http://www.dmbosstone.com/ Here is what I wrote about, what he calls, The Quarter Life Crisis (aka. being a twentysomething in the post-college world). I could say so much (!), but this is what I came up with during this past week of travel and more travel. (PS I’m still recovering.) I’ll be back soon with more on Julie’s beautiful wedding and hopefully be back to regular posts soon! Thanks for your patience.
When I was a sophomore in college someone said to me, “I hope you find what you’re looking for.” Six years later I can still remember that moment so clearly. Not only had it caught me off guard, but it made my always-thinking mind think even more. Why did he say that to me? What did he think I was looking for? Did I look lost? Was it his way saying that I looked ‘tired’ (ie. you look like crap)? I revisit that memory every so often and realize how he saw something in me that I didn’t even know existed. I was a naïve twenty-years old at the time, stuck in a world of daydreams; contradicting questions; and never-ending what ifs. I was looking for something, and in fact, it’s the same thing I’ve been looking for it for as long as I can remember- both consciously or unconsciously, depending on the day. And between you and me, I’m pretty certain that it’s the same thing that I’m looking for now.
On that note let me pause for a second because I’m remembering that, as a guest blogger, (some of ) you)don’t know a thing about me. To put it best, I’m a very, very, very single, Bachelor’s Degree-holding twenty-six year old currently residing in the big city of Chicago. Now generally speaking, when I tell people that I lived here they immediately feel the need to share “I love Chicago” and indulge me with their stories of Cubs games, love for pizza at Gino’s East or Giardano’s, and their shopping escapades on Michigan Avenue. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Chicago too…on some days…those most likely beginning with the letter “S”…that occur in certain seasons, neither being too hot nor too cold.
As I’ve come to experience, Chicago is a different city for tourists than it is for residents. I moved here eighteen months ago without knowing more than 10 people- most based on what Facebook told me. To say that the relocation was out of my comfort zone is a complete understatement. I was numbed by anxiety, fear, and sadness as I moved hundreds of miles away from family and friends to a city I’d only been to once before (after accepting the new job). Everyone saw this as an amazing new adventure, as they expressed their jealousy, everyone except me. That was then and this is now. I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am that I took a huge leap of faith in moving here, and how much I’ve grown as a result.
Now that you know a little bit about my current status let me attempt to comfort your own anxieties with my thoughts on being a twentysomething in the world today, or as it’s being called, the Quarter Life Crisis. First let me acknowledge that this post is based merely on opinions based on my individual experiences and observations. Feel free to agree or disagree. After all, to each his own. Years ago I would have agreed that my twenties were a period of crisis (after crisis); however I’ve recently learned to embrace this time in my life and treat it as a learning experience. Sure, some days just down-right suck. Trust me, my life is far from perfect, but that’s the way of the world- whether you’re in your trial-and-error twenties or not.
I remember reading a quote years ago from a famous actress, but I cannot for the life of me remember who it was. Anyways, she made a comment about how she would never go back to her twenties, as they were marked with doubts, fears, insecurities, mistakes, regrets, frustrations…shall I go on? If you’re in your twenties, have been in your twenties once before or know how to count to twenty, I’m sure you have experienced a doubt or frustration of your own at some point. And if you really haven’t, then I recommend you do so. Why? Well, that’s how you learn more about yourself and your capabilities, silly.
Earlier this year I was fortunate to take an online Human Relations class that greatly influenced my perception on life as a twentysomething. Professor Shostak replied to one of our Discussion Board posts by saying: Learn about life by living it. Learn about success from failure, and about what works by making mistakes. I sat on this quote for a few days, thinking the same thing you most likely are- Why would you encourage failure and mistakes? Professor Shostak also shared this Japanese proverb with us: Fall down seven times, get up eight. Doesn’t that perfectly describe life as a twentysomething? I actually experienced a fall…get up experience (again) earlier this week after receiving a blind-sighted rejection email for an internship program that I’ve been counting on participating in. Sure it stung a bit, especially after reading that email over and over again, making sure that I read it correctly. (Yep, rejection.) But instead of throwing in the towel and moping around, like I may have done a few years ago, I picked myself back quite nicely after the initial disappointment. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not easy but my days of giving up and wondering ‘what if’ are over. Plus when it’s something that you truly want, there’s no obstacle can stand in your way.
So at the beginning of my post I mentioned that I’ve identified that I’m still looking for something that I may very well have been looking for since my younger days. Before I share, let me ask, what are YOU looking for? Maybe I should rephrase that: What are YOU hoping to find?
For me, I’m just hoping to find love and happiness. Easy, right? Now I’ll forgive you for assuming that by love and happiness I am envisioning a romantic love. I mean after all I’m a very, very, very single girl and who doesn’t want to find love? (And I do too.) But what I’ve been hoping for find is love for myself. Around the same time that the “I hope you find what you’re looking for” comment was made, my mom said the following to me: You cannot expect someone to love you until you love yourself. It took me many years and a broken heart to understand how right she is, and my only wish is that I realized this sooner…but better late than never.
I’ve spent the last two weekends back in Ohio attending the weddings of two of my best girl friends. On Saturday I was honored to serve as Maid of Honor for my friend, Julie, who I’ve known since I was an innocent freshman in college. I love this candid photo of her because every doubt, worry, stress, and fear is erased from that beautiful bride’s mind. As you can expect, my friends’ weddings caused my mind to think, and think some more. I stood up on the altar, with (happy) tears in my eyes- witnessing love in its purest form- finding myself daydreaming at times. As I get older and watch my friends get engaged, married, and begin having babies, I find myself wanting these things for myself more. And as happy as I am for Julie and her husband, Ken, I am still the twenty-six year old who wants to find a love like theirs… one day. (Chills.)
Life is a journey. Such simple words yet so true. However, it’s taken me a long to see the validity in that four-word phrase. Life as a twentysomething can be compared to a choose-your-own-adventure novel. You are the main character in your story, and not only do you get to choose your supporting cast, but you also have a role in choosing the plot. If you want to end a chapter and begin a new one, do it. Sure there are obstacles in the way- that’s inevitable. But nothing is impossible. Nothing is holding you back. Nothing, except yourself. I wasted a lot of time in my early twenties wondering- about anything and everything. So many regrets played over and over in my mind, influencing my outlook on things; however, here I am, still standing taller and stronger than the day before. Sure it’s not easy, but it’s also not impossible. I have stumbled and fallen as much as anyone. And bruises and scars, don’t even get me started on where they derived from, but as the song goes- scars are souvenirs you never lose. Embrace each and every one of them because they have helped you because who you are today.
If I can leave you, my fellow twentysomethings, with a few words of advice, here they are. Take chances. If something tickles your fancy in any way, then don’t sit back and wonder ‘what if’. Put yourself out there and see what happens. As my lovely Grey’s Anatomy stressed- Knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying. My new philosophy on life is live fearlessly. If you can live without fear, then you can truly live- no matter what age you are. And along your journey, don’t get too discouraged and never give up. You’ll find it eventually, usually when you least expect it. You may need to take an unexpected path to get there but you’ll get there, and when things get a little lonely and/or stressful, just remember to breathe.
This is a story of girl meets city. The city, Chicago, Illinois (aka The Windy City) is home to many hopeless dreamers and Midwestern cynics, as well as Michigan Avenue (aka The Magnificant Mile), Wrigley Field (Home of the Cubs), the former Sears Tower (now called the Willis Tower..yeah, whatever is right), the El, Lollapolooza, Navy Pier, Second City and I.O., Da Bears, and deep-dish pizza, as well as The Obamas and (The) Oprah. The city of Chicago (and millions of tourists & residents alike) believed that Chicago was an ‘awesome city’ and one loved by all.
The girl, Kristen Medica, originally of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania but formerly of Ohio, did not share this belief. Since moving to Ohio for college in the fall of 2002, she’d only really loved two things. The first was all of her friends, most still residing in the state. The second, how fortunate she felt to be embraced by all things O-H-I-O. The state was her happy place. (By the way, this from Fall ’03, but shhh..)
Kristen (officially) meets Chicago on November 28th (2008)…which may or may not have been exactly 500 days ago- may very well be Day 501. She knows almost immediately Chicago is not what she had been searching for, but still a part of her believes that there’s something to be found here- evidently it ends up being herself…or perhaps better put, a part of her that she lost a long time ago.
This is a story of girl meets city, but you should know upfront, this not a love story. (Adapted from 500 Days of Summer.)
You know what, my story may not be the typical love story (Girl meets Boy, Girl falls in love), but rather it’s a love story indeed: Self love. My story is about me loving myself. While I could sit here and tell you about all of 500 days of Chicago, I think it’s more suiting to quote this movie again instead. Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. This may be true, to some degree; however, it’s when you look back on those 500 days that are not responsible for who you are today, that’s when you realize how remarkable each day actually is. Here’s to 500 more days in Chicago…well, maybe. ♥K
Has anyone else ever seen these adorable cards at Target? I’m sure they’re at other stores too, but that’s where I commonly see them. Oh, Target. How I miss thee! Note to anyone that is even thinking about moving to Chicago (ever): Targets here are horrible. Not only are they ALWAYS ridiculously crowded, but the ones I visit are always picked over. I love my Target shopping but unfortunately not as much anymore. When I got to stay with my parents in Pittsburgh, one of the first things I do is run to Target. It is the definition of retail therapy.
So I’m back at work today after being in Cinci all weekend & taking yesterday off to travel back via the ever-so lovely Megabus. If you read last night’s post you know that I wasn’t a happy camper. Well, I hate to say it but it’s worse today. I’m tired to say the least, but in addition things at work are pretty crappy. Do I need to elaborate on that? I’ll at least say that just got stuck witnessing the first of many bitter arguments between my co-workers. Unfortunately the one works in the same individual office as me so there’s no escape. The worst part is that the argument was over something as stupid as a FOLDER. Not kidding. This is just a storm that’s been brewing up for weeks now. It sucks. FML. I really need to get out of here, don’t I?
I’m getting through this morning by thinking about my weekend in Cinci, especially my lovelies, Hazel & George. How precious are they? Hazel is about 19 months and baby George is only 6 weeks! How can I not have baby fever after spending the weekend with these two? Love them so much. I’ll share more on them later tonight (hopefully), but I feel so blessed to have them in my life. They really made me think about having kids of my own one day, which i surprising not too scary for me. Maybe I should start taking applications for the father- that’s how it works right?
Three days until I board the Megabus again and head to Columbus for Kristin’s Bachelorette party and bridal shower weekend. As exhausted as I am right now, I cannot wait. I haven’t been around all my L-Town girls in 1.5 years. I cannot believe it’s been that long! I can get through a three-day work week, right? By the looks of it right now, I’m not so sure. I know I CAN make it another year here, but do I really want to? I already know the answer to that question… ♥K
Sadly the day has come for me to hop on Megabus and venture back to Chicago. I just wanted to take a minute to say that it’s been a truly fantastic weekend, which I’ll write more about later. Yes, I know, it deserves an official…..
In the shower this morning I thought of this song. So due to lack of time before saying my goodbyes, here is my song to Ohio… i miss you bunches. As I ride the always-adventurous Megabus back ‘home’, I’ll be thinking of you- with my OU baseball cap on. ♥ K
Home- Michael Buble