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Maybe our mistakes make our fate…without them what would change our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, people come into your life and they go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart…and if you’re a very lucky person, just a plain ride away. ~Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
I always think of my girlfriends when I see this quote, especially my Sex and the City Ladies- Ruth, Kristin, and Sarah. We used to try figuring out which of us was Charlotte, Miranda, Samantha, and Carrie. In my opinion, Sarah is definitely Samantha and Kristin is Charlotte. Ruth is probably more of Miranda but definitely has her Samantha moments. Leaving me as Carrie. Yes, I’m probably definitely a Carrie…Maybe with some Charlotte moments.
Where the heck am I going with this? See, this is what happens when I see this quote and start thinking about my ladies. So life has taken us all in different directions (literally): Ruth is in Northern California, Sarah is living in Bermuda (seriously!), Kristin is married and a home-owner in Columbus, and me, little Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, is analyzing the world from her apartment in Chicago. Well, this week I’m analyzing it from Cincinnati, Ohio- surrounded by the toys of two adorable children, Hazel & George, and their inspiring mother, Rebecca.
So what’s on my mind these days? Fate. Destiny. Serendipity. Call it what you will, but we all know what this means: The belief that our life is pre-determined. That ‘everything happens for a reason’. We’ve all heard that line before, whether we want to or not, but do we believe it?
Yesterday after a brief call with my mom, I received an unexpected email from my friend, Dina. Her lovely, thoughtful, encouraging words really touched me. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you, Dina. Both my mom and Dina brought up- in their own way & words- hit on the concept of fate; of destiny; that everything happens for a reason. That people come into our life when the timing is right…for both of us. This was Dina’s point, not my mom’s. My mom thinks that it should just happen every single time I walk out the door. BAM! instant BFFs. POOF! love of my life.
Back to Dina’s point: It’s all about timing, ladies & gentlemen. So often, too often, we get so frustrated when things don’t pan out the way we want them to. I, too, fall into this category so I’ll speak for myself. We think that we’re absolutely, 100% ready for that job to be ours, to meet “The One” that we’ve been waiting for; however, we need to realize that in those scenarios, especially the latter one, that another party is involved. Therefore, it’s best to remember that even if you’re ready, perhaps the other person isn’t- yet.
Patience has never been my best quality. My own father will tell you that without a mere second thought. However, in my defense, I have gotten much better over the years. Andy Warhol said it best, “The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting.” True, true. Though let me add to that by saying that waiting for something helps you realize whether or not you really want it. But even if your decipher that you’re ready, perhaps the other part of the equation (the perfect job or the perfect guy/girl) isn’t quite ready for you. What do you think of that?
When you meet the supposed love of your life at twenty years old, it’s impossible to comprehend that it is not the right time…yet. It may be perceived as foolish, but instead it’s merely evidence that you have A LOT of growing up left to do before the time is right. As a wiser twenty-seven year old, I can tell you that timing is everything. Time provides us with the experience to discover who we are; take chances; and learn from our mistakes. Time allows us to figure out what we really want and what we’re willing to fight for. To quote (or paraphrase) a line from Sex and the City 2, which I just saw for the first time tonight: “Time does not matter. When we see one another, it’s wonderful.”
I know, all of my thoughts are fairly transparent as they center around people specifically. Yes, L.O.V.E. is a common factor in everything I’ve mentioned above- but not just romantic love. All of these may pertain to friends, family members, or mentors that have played a role in your development. See, new people enter (and re-enter) into our life each and every day, but (unfortunately) not all of them remain in our life. An example: When I was in middle school, one BFF after another slowly disappeared from my life. I couldn’t understand why and, as a result, I blamed myself for pushing them away. I look back now and realize how little I knew about life, about friendship back then. Not every friend you make is going to be in your life forever. It’s not necessarily anyone’s fault. That’s just how life is. As the line goes, everything happens for a reason.
But there are certain people who Fate brings to us, as Destiny whispers the secret that they are meant to be in our life forever. At times we just know ‘it’ at the first sight of them or through a bonding conversation. From there we cannot imagine life without them as we find ourselves feeling a sense of completeness with our other half by our side. Although, life isn’t always fair. People come and go. No rhyme nor reason will explain why…but time will. Over time we can see all of the answers that we spent sleepless nights and tears searching for. The answer is that sometimes we need these people in our lives to guide us along our path and sometimes those people need us to do the same for them
We really don’t think of it like that often, do we? That we come into another’s life to help him/her finding what they are looking for; to help them grow along their journey. Perhaps they needed someone like you to inspire and/or encourage them to keep fighting for what they want. Maybe you met them to introduce them to the love of their life. Fate does exist. People are meant to be together- in whatever context you like to believe in. However, it’s not always the way you think it should go.
Once upon a time, I met a guy that I believe(d) was my fate, my destiny, my everything happens for a reason. I waited patiently and very, very impatiently for years, believing that we were meant to be and therefore, time will bring us together again- somehow, someday. I fought the pains that showed me that he (us) was what I really wanted. But now, I foolishly admit that I really may have had it wrong all along. Instead I contemplate the real reason he first entered my life many years ago. Maybe, just maybe, he came into my life to remind me of where I came from? Or maybe, just maybe, I came into his life to remind him?
As mentioned in last Tuesday’s post, I am going to divulge the details from my past, well since graduating high school, up until this point. This June marks my 4th anniversary as an Ohio U alum, and therefore I feel the need to look back on all of my Junes, beginning with June 2002- when I graduated from my alma mater, Hampton High School.
One morning in June 2005 I sat in the Convo and watched these girls say goodbye to their college days in their caps and gowns. While I watched these girls, who had become sisters to me, I was overcome with a surplus of emotions- one being pride. I was so happy to share this moment with my friends.
Another thought crossed my mind as I sat in peanut-heaven taking in the graduation scenario: This was going to be me down there, in my cap and gown, in exactly one year.
These four girls, Kristin, Ruth, Sarah, and Carrie, came into my life during my junior year at OU- shortly after my 21st birthday. They are also known as the “Lancaster Girls” and my Sex and the City ladies too. I also hold them responsible for corrupting me- all in good fun of course. And speaking of fun, we sure had a lot of good times! during our many, many nights with up on Court Street.
June 2005 marked the end of another great year at OU, and was the beginning of many changes for me. These four ladies were not returning to Athens with me the following year, so I as proud as I was of them, I was certainly distraught wondering who I would be spending my time with. Sure, I had my other friends- including Brandon, Libby, Mike, Jackie, etc.- but I literally spent most of my time with these four ladies. Like I said, they were sisters to me. Those four girls, and Jackie too, taught me to be strong; to be confident; to believe in myself; to be who I am. They showed me that you always look out for your girl friends, no matter what, and that your girl friends are your real soulmates. They helped me see that I was beautiful just the way I am, flaws and all.
Even before the girls graduate, I began thinking, what am I going to do (next year) without them? I couldn’t imagine my life without them. My spring quarter literally revolved around them, as I’d wake up (usually hungover), go to class until noon (perfect college schedule), Sarah would pick me up and we’d go lay out, then get ready to head out for another night on Court Street. I was living the College Dream…or so I thought.
One night, before heading back to Pittsburgh, Sarah and I began the night pre-gaming in my house before meeting the others up on Court Street. (Honestly, I cannot even remember who we met since most people had already gone home for the summer.) I have one thing to say about that night, and a whole lot of regrets: Bacardi 151. The rest of the night is very blurry, but one thing I kinda-sorta remember is being at The Junction believing that I was talking to my new roommate Jay (and a girl ‘he’ was with). It wasn’t until the next morning, after waking up next to Sarah on our front porch, that I thought, Jay doesn’t have a short ponytail so that couldn’t have been him. That night changed it all. For the rest of the summer, I swore off drinking to cut out all the BS and distractions that accompany alcohol. I finally recognized that I had gotten too caught up in the OU party scene and all I really had to remember it by was the hot mess that had become my life.
For many reasons, including the one I just mentioned, my anxiety levels were skyrocketing during the summer of 2004. After being home in Pittsburgh for the remainder of June and beginning of July, working for Kraft (my dad’s employer), I began summer session in Athens…while still working for Kraft. Let me simplify that. On Sunday night, I drove to Athens, OH to play student for the week and then as soon as class ended on Thursday afternoon, I drove back to Pittsburgh, PA to play Kraft summer employee. I’m not going to complain, but yes, it was exhausting.
Despite the back-and-forth, I had an A.MAY.ZING. summer- when I was in Athens. It was during that summer that I truly fell in love with my college town. I felt so content and at peace during this time, like the campus was mine. It was a great change from the usual chaos that consumed Athens during the school year.
I did a lot of thinking that summer, some prompted by the two English courses I was enrolled in and the fabulous professor that is Jeremy Webster. Other thoughts were provoked from spending time with the Rebecca, Karrie, and Dusty. It was so nice to spend more time with them, without any other distractions getting in the way.
My time in Athens that summer also allotted me time with the always-fabulous and entertaining Joe Zummo. After he’d talk to his girlfriend, Renee, on the phone, Joe would head over (sometimes with a 6-pack) and we’d sit on the 10 Hocking porch and talk about everything and nothing at all. Some days he’d just tell me one popsicle joke after another, and other days he’d open up about how his hopes for the coming school- one being to become better friends with the beloved Casey. To be honest, I wanted that for him too.
Part of me didn’t want that summer to end, for a few reasons. While I was anxious for my friends to arrive and enjoy my new Athens with me, I also recognized that it meant I would be one day closer to the end of my OU days as graduation became more real to me.
No matter what, Senior Year was another A.MAY.ZING. time at OU for me. New roommates (Jay, Mike, and Amanda) brought about many new friends (Ashley, Jenni “BaFaFa”, Jenny- just to name a few), and of course I was lucky to still have some of my favorites like Libby, Brandon, Mike, and Phill still there with me.
This is another time in my life that I wish I could get back. Re-do senior year at OU…YES, PLEASE! I wish I knew then what I know now-thoughts constantly play in my mind. I know I’d do things differently based on what I’ve learned since then, and who I am today. For one I would have let that boy know exactly how I felt about him, once and for all. And second, I would have switched over to that Child Life Specialist position. These are just two of the things I know that I would have done, but what’s done is done. I also wish I was strong back then; that I believed in myself more; and that I lived more freely without having any regrets. Woulda, coulda, shoulda…
Even having to live with these regrets now, I am grateful for what I learned that summer. For it is because of my experiences, my mistakes, and my woulda-coulda-shouldas, that I can look back today remembering how much I’ve grown since then, and how I’ll continue to seek to better myself each and every day.
You know people say how important a college education is, and I will not disagree. However, a college education isn’t just what you learn from textbooks, research papers, and all-night cram sessions, but rather it’s what you learn about yourself that makes the experience worthwhile.
Notes: The title of this blog is lyrics from the song Murder on the Dance Floor, which is a favorite of these lovely Lancaster girl friends of mine. Not only was it on The Pub Mix, but it was also dedicated to the OU girls at Kristin’s wedding.
And the portait of Court Street above is wonderful and available for purchase. Check out Ellen Pettey Photography at http://ellenpettey.com/ to order your own! Look through her galleries for others that may interest you as well.
I wasn’t sure where to begin, but this quote captures how I feel about my weekend in Columbus with a group of the most A.MAY.ZING. girls in the world (Kristin, Ruth, Sarah, Carrie, Jen) and their lovely families. Fortunately for me, these are only a few of the beautiful friends (and extended families) that I feel this way about. I am blessed.
While I want to share all of the adventures of my weekend back in Columbus for Kristin’s Bachelorette party and bridal shower weekend, I have to admit that I’m exhausted and promise to fill you all in when I recover…probably this weekend, unless I get very bored at work. (Okay, maybe you’ll hear about it all tomorrow.)
Today was a long day. Last’s night Megabus trip proved to be wild ride. Apparently the bus driver decided to take a break around 2 am- somewhere in the middle of Indiana and forced all of us to drag our Zombie-butts off the big bad bus and kill a half an hour in some convenience store. I’d think that this was a ‘dream’ except I unfortunately have evidence that it was indeed not. I kinda-sorta remember purchasing these, after roaming the aisles (Zombie eyes and all) looking for something edible and healthy. Trail mix it was…again. Seriously, rest stops across the country, would it kill you to offer fresh fruit, yogurt, salads…anything but McDonald’s greese and sugary sugar-snacks with added sugar???
Anyways, trail mix it was, and I’m disappointed to say that I ate the whole bag. I was so tired that I just kept eating while I waited to get back on the bus. Not the best thing to do after a weekend of booze and no exercise…not to mention all of these weddings coming up. Workout & dieting started today and fortunately there are no roadtrips in the very near future. The next few weeks are going to be filled with Spinning Classes, Treadmills, Biggest Loser DVDs, Sweet Potatoes. Tofu, Veggie Omelets…doesn’t this sound fun? Honestly, to me it’s does, but I’m also a girl who did the Master Cleanse for 10 days. Yeah, don’t waste your time trying to understand me because sometimes I don’t understand myself.
Okay, Dancing with the Stars is almost over and I just realized that for the past 4 nights, I slept on a bus twice, a hotel bed with two other girls one night, and a couch the other. So yeah, my bed is calling my name, even if it currently looks like this- which is a preview of the stories from my weekend. You cannot see it in the photo, but that wonderful suitcase pictured on the right-hand side (in)conveniently ripped open last night before I hopped on the bus.
One more dance love- by the mess that is Pamela Anderson- and then it’s time to crash. My tired brain is convinced that my body will wake up and work out in the morning before the dreadful trek to Skokie, but we’ll see… Good night. ♥K
I’ll start with saying, Good Morning, and then say that I survived my overnight Megabus trip. But being Megabus, there was an adventure of some sorts. To keep it brief, I was running late and ended up taking a cab. Nothing too special about that, but as soon as I got downtown to Union Station that all changed. First, I got approached by numerous homeless people asking me for money. (Just another day in Chicago, but turning them down never gets any easier.) Then, after getting to the actual Megabus stop I discovered that I either forgot my boarding pass at my apartment or in the cab. Fortunately I brought my A-game last night and decided to 1) permit my parents to break into my email account (hope they didn’t find out about the tattoos…oh well); and then 2) try my best to ‘borrow’ someone’s Wi-Fi. Option 1 wasn’t working out due to slowness of computers over in Pittsburgh, but fortunately an arriving Megabus to Memphis was courteous enough to bring me Internet service (Hllelujah!). Indeed this prevented me from going ape-shit as it began to….HAIL…and HAIL some more. By the way, I am NOT kidding. Two days ago it was a very humid 80 degrees in Chicagoland, and last night it was below 30 degrees and hailing, and hailing some more. Ridiculous? This is the apocalypse, right? Just making sure.
Anyways, the Mega of all Buses finally arrived- not too late, but not on time. The driver was a sweetheart and accepted my written-down reservation number with ease. (Love her.) Unfortunately the bus was packed and I ventured to the upper deck, only to be stuck sitting with a group of high school students heading back to Cinci. The girl I sat next to was a sweetheart, but the rest of the group was still..,well, high school kids. Let your imagination doing the rest. They were fine-ish. It could have been a lot worse. I decided to throw in a movie to distract me for awhile..but then I was interrupted…by the lovely Sarah Donley and Ruth Sharp. I love these girls and cannot wait to see them today!!! It’s been so long!
Here’s some background on these girls and the others that I’ll be spending my weekend with: I met Sarah, Ruth, Kristin, and Carrie through my former roommate, Jackie, who was roommates with Ruth & Kristin the year before. Sarah and Carrie went to high school with Ruth and Kristin in Lancaster, OH- which is in between Athens & Columbus. (Think of it as a suburb of Columbus.) Anyways, these were the main players in my blurry memories of nights on Court Street my junior year at OU, as well as many enjoyable (hungover) memories of girl time. Those times continued after college when I reconnected with them in moving to Columbus. Something I just remembered, during winter break (of my senior year, I believe) I came up to Lancaster to visit Sarah, Kristin, and Ruth and this is when I fell in love with Columbus. After this trip I just felt like it was the city for me.
That’s a perfect segue to where I am right now, as I sit at my happy place…yes, Starbucks. In the photo to the left is a picture of Nationwide Arena: Home of the Columbus Blue Jackets (NFL Team) and Kristin’s beloved, #61 Rick Nash. Behind those trees on the right is a Starbucks- where this lovely, somewhat tired blogger of yours is writing from. This is familiar ground for me since I spend many nights at the Blue Jackets games with Kristin and her fiancée, Jim. And if you walk north from here, you will pass through the Arena District- the imfamous Columbus bar scene- and eventually come across my first apartment in C-bus on Buttles & High Street. 9 Buttles. Wow! That feels like forever ago. It was about 3 years ago when we first found that apartment. (‘We’ being my former roommate, Tony, and I. Actually, Tony still lives there with another female roommate.)
I lived in Columbus for about 15 months and I really was content with staying there…well, forever. But with my AmeriCorps position coming to an end and being forced to find another job, I knew I had to seize the opportunity with Action for Healthy Kids (my current employer) and move to Chicago. While everyone else thought it was exciting…‘Lucky you! Chicago is a great city!’ Honestly, I heard it all; however, my heart was breaking in leaving Columbus, my friends, and the life that I spent 15 months creating. But life happens. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense at the time, but in looking back I truly believe that it was something I need to experience.
I’ve only been here for 1.5 hours, but it already feels good to be back here. I’m in my element here. The people are nowhere near as crazy as they are in Chicago, in fact I find myself sitting here waiting for something to happen. But instead, I’m caught off guard by the sanity all around me. People are friendly, and maybe even happy….unlike Chicago (generally speaking). Additionally, I keep seeing one hot guy after another. I love Ohio boys so much, and oddly enough they always seem to love me too! As Adriana and I joked about, I’m like a glittery vampire-esque version of Edward Cullen when I’m in Ohio. It has to be the resurrection of my confidence because I honestly have no idea what else it could be. But no matter what, I have to say: All non-crazy/ obsessive, Columbus boys. I give you permission, this weekend, to fall in love with me. My heart is yours for the taking. Just be gentle with me.
By Your Side (Sade) was playing this morning when I first sat down at my table here in Starbucks. I found myself listening attentively to the lyrics. I will find you darling and I will bring you home; And if you want to cry; I am here to dry your eyes; And in no time, you’ll be fine. Last night, while waiting for the bus, I was on the phone with my mom and the honesty began pouring out of me. With the hail, lost Megabus reservation, and crazy Chicagoans, I just wanted to let it all pour out of me. Part of me wanted to cry, just to get it all out. But instead, I spoke my feelings and my mom was the ‘lucky’ one who got to listen to it. She’s the best. In essence I told her that all of these struggles, bad days, etc. are truly character building but in the end, I cannot help but keep thinking- Is this really worth it? I’m at the point where I’m just living to support myself. But am I happy…no. That’s evident. But the thing is, I was insanely happy in Cinci last weekend (Sorry A. I’m most likely not moving there.) and I trust that I’ll be happy this weekend in C-bus too. But in Chicago, I’m just dragging myself along, paying all of the bills that I’ve been accumulated, and truthfully just doing my best to keep the adrenaline rushing.
Forgive my rambling. Here’s my last thought. I’ve learned firsthand that we must all challenge ourselves to grow. We must do the things that we fear because we learn so much about our capabilities when we overcome these barriers- and we will overcome them. But admist life’s struggles, there comes a time when you have to say- Is this really worth it? I have had my share of struggles in my life and I’m not naive to think that there will come a day when they’ll end. Truthfully, knowing how much I’ve learned through my struggles, I don’t want them to end. But in saying that I really want to make sure I’m living, and in Chicago (to one’s surprise), I don’t feel like I’m doing that. I think that just proves that it’s not about the place, but the people, and additionally, home is where the heart is. This weekend, my heart is going to be right here, in Columbus, Ohio. ♥K
Off to Ohio again. I feel like I just got back from my trip to Cinci, and now I’m headed to Columbus in about an hour- and I’m still not packed yet. I always do this to myself, but you know what- my friends are worth it. On my way home from work I was thinking that this trip to C-bus is not practical at all, but I’m going. Friends always override the practical.
I think I’m a little nervous to go back because this is the first time I’ve actually been out and about in the city I used to spend many of my nights out. Oh the stories I could tell…and I’m sure there will be more to share after this weekend. This is the first time this crew has been together in awhile. Actually, the last time we all hung out, Jackie wasn’t there so this is the first time my Court Street girls (Kristin, Ruth, Sarah, Jackie, Carrie) have been out together since they all graduated from OU. Wow! That was about 5 years ago! When did we become adults and how do we make it stop?
I really need to go get ready to make sure I end up on the lovely overnight Megabus. Have a good weekend everyone!
A child fills a place in your heart that you never knew was empty. This is the little angel that I got to spend this past weekend with. What a cutie! Based on this photo, I now call her the Guac-Monster since she was saying ‘chip’ and ‘dip’ continuously after falling in love with Adriana’s guacamole like the rest of us. The Guac-Monster’s name is Hazel Katherine, aka Big Sister to 6-week year old George Michael Francis, and she is my favorite little munchkin ever. Not only is she a cutie pie, but she is gorgeous. That girl is going to break some OU boys’ hearts!
My weekend in Cinci was A.MAY.ZING. My bus left Chicago around 7 am, with us driving through Indy on the way there and the NCAA festivities must have already begun. It took us awhile to get through downtown Indy but we eventually made our way to Cinci. Rebecca and the kids were stuck in traffic, so as luck would have it I ran over to Starbucks to get us some drinks before our trek back to her house. It was so good to finally see Rebecca! Hazel had just woken up from a nap so it took her awhile to warm up. But before i knew it she was my little buddy again- showing me all of her boo-boos and showing me the ‘baby’. Just melts my heart thinking about her!
We headed back to Rebecca & Nate’s new house- which is lovely- to have some playtime with the Littleton ladies. Before we knew it, it was time to meet Adriana and Pat at the imfamous Wildflower. Officially meeting Pat was wonderful (!!!) but I felt like I already knew him. It was just very comfortable, and I was so happy to see A glowing with love. Love, love, love. The only thing better than being in love is seeing people who you love in love. It was hard to talk to him since we were sitting at opposite ends of the bar, but I knew we’d all get time later.
Rebecca and I were so hungry by the time we got to Wildflower, so after a delicious side salad & my first glass of Riesling for the night, my entrée arrived: Butternut Squash Ravioli. A.MAY.ZING. Trust me on this. All of the food there is organic and fantastic, but I swear on that nothing can beat this. So good! After our meal, Rebecca headed home and A, Pat, and I ventured back to A’s house so I could finally meeting her mom. Love, love, love her! And let me tell you, Adriana & Dawn together are a hoot. I was so entertained just listening to them. I had a great time just hanging with the ladies and the wonderful Pat. (Seriously, such a great guy! A’s a lucky girl but so is he!)
After a few hours of hanging out at the house, we ventured out to a dive bar with one of Adriana’s friends, Jason. As luck would have it, they had Nudie Touch Screen (aka Erotic Photo Hunt). If you do not know this game, you are missing out! Here’s what it’s all about, but instead of general pictures, replace them with gross-ass, women or men. We used to play this game all of the time during Happy Hours in Athens and at Crickets in Lancaster. It’s a guilty pleasure for sure. Anyways, we had a few drinks and enjoyed the shenanigans at the bar. There were some characters there and a lot of drunkeness, but the four of us kept our cool…until Adriana got her moment in the spotlight to perform HER karaoke song, Total Eclipse of the Heart. After a few lines, Jason decided that we should join her- and so we did. We left shortly afterwards with A and I heading home. We were zonked and decided that it was best to sleep in the following morning.
Before we knew it, it was TATTOO DAY! I won’t lie, I was a bit hungover from being a wino the night before. But A, being the fabulous friend that she is made me a pot of coffee after my shower. Much to my surprise, I wasn’t nervous but that had a lot to do with A being with me and her knowing the tattoo artist (for years and years). We ran over to grab some lunch at the convenience store before heading to see Brad (tattoo artist). They were behind schedule, which worked out well because Rebecca and Nate stopped by with the kids. After they left A and I laid on the floor (in a room that reminded me of a house in Athens) just hanging out and decided to figure out where she should get her anchor tattoo. Somehow we started discussing her getting it on the top of her foot- which she said would hurt A.LOT. So me, being me, opened my mouth without thinking to say, “If you want to get one on your foot, then I’ll get one on mine too.” Impulsive? Abso-f***in-lutely! So it was decided. IN ADDITION to the purple heart on my wrist, I was getting a tiny blue star too. Afterall why get one tattoo when you can get two? Seriously, I have no regrets at all. It helped so much to have Adriana there with me though. I love that I got to share this special moment with her.
For those of you who do not know me, these tattoos are a very un-Kristen Medica move, or at least one would assumingly categorize it as such. I did this for me. No one else. And to be honest, I’m glad I lived in the moment and made the decision to get the blue star too. This is just proof (for me) that I’m becoming much more comfortable in my now-tattooed skin.
Can I have a moment to tell you about my dear friend, Adriana (aka A and/or Shawty)? I came across this quote today and it fits her perfectly: Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. Not while this certainly does not just pertain to the tattoos, it does for this respective situation. Adriana and I have only known each other for about 7 months now- meeting at Rebecca and Nate’s wedding in September (’09). However we bonded almost immediately- which her even giving me a pair of sunglasses hours after meeting her. While we officially announced our friendship over Facebook that weekend, our true friendship blossomed shortly afterwards through email exchanges, texts, and then a weekend at my parents’ house in Pittsburgh. Our friendship has been A.MAY.ZING. thus far and she truly brings out the best in me. As Adriana has said about me, I must say the same about her: She’s helped me find me again.
After the tattoos, we headed over to the Littletons for pizza and play time. We ended up going with Nate and Hazel to Kroger- with Hazel being the fairest kid of them all. There was one woman there that had the worst plumber’s crack! I mean how do you know feel the drift in the freezer aisle at least! I’m still baffled about that one. We headed back to the house and Pat came over a bit later. We had a great time. The food was A.MAY.ZING. and the company was even better!
Being in total Ohio bliss, I decided that I wanted to (try to) put Hazel to bed- giving Nate and Rebecca a break. I was so sure that I could do it, but I now know that Nate and Rebecca were expecting failure. I cannot tell a lie: it was far from easy. She cried for ‘mommy’ for awhile but I was finally able to get her into the rocking chair to read a few novels. Hazel loves, loves, loves kitties and she’d Meow every time a kitty was on the page. As time passed, her Meows got fainter, indicating that my little angel was falling asleep. We eventually made it over to the bed, to read another book…and finally her eyes began to close. I thought I had her, I really did. But after about 10 minutes of laying with her I decided to head downstairs with my friends. Of course, she woke up. Nate came back up to get her down, as I went downstairs for a glass of wine. We watched Boondock Saints II before A and Pat left and then the Littleton parents and I called it a night.
Sunday morning= Easter. When did that happen? So it’s April then? Wow! Am I behind on life. We woke up early to get ready and head over to Rebecca’s parents house for breakfast. I adore her parents- George & Kitty. We had a great Easter morning with Hazel opening gifts and going on a mini-Easter egg hunt. Afterwards we all headed over to Rebecca’s aunt’s house to have lunch with their extended family. Adriana met us over there and then I headed out early with her. We had every intention of going home, showering, and taking a nap…but yeah, that didn’t happen. Instead Adriana took me to Spring Grove Cemetary– swearing that I’d absolutely love it. And I absolutely did! It was gorgeous!! Everywhere I looked was more breath-taking than the moment before. I almost felt like I was in a movie, like The Secret Garden or a non-trippy Alice in Wonderland. As I said to Adriana, it’s fascinating how a cemetary can make you think about the beauty of life. It’s obvious that such a beautiful place like this can make you think about that, but for me I always find myself wondering about the lives of the deceased. More so, it also made me think about loved ones that I have lost- especially my Pap. In an odd way, it just makes me want to live more freely.
Back to reality, so after Spring Grove I believe we headed over to visit Pat and his mother- who was recently diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer. Afterwards A and I visted her grandmother for a little bit before Rebecca came over to Adriana’s with baby George. I got the chance to look through Rebecca’s wedding photos- which were GORGEOUS– and also held baby George for awhile. So just imagine the La La Land that my head was in. Weddings and babies…oh my!
Rebecca got ready to head back home just as Pat and his mom stopped by. I was so glad that Mrs. Douglas got to see baby George (and his little mohawk). Shortly after Dawn came back home and the five of us hung out for awhile as we awaited Dawn’s infamous Sweet Potato Casserole. A.MAY.ZING. After everyone left, A and I headed upstairs for some girl time. One of my favorite things about staying with friends or hosting them is the chat time before bed and in the morning when you wake up. (I know. This just says “I need a boyfriend.”) Adriana finished up my special Easter project before presenting it to me. She made me a HAPPY BOOK! I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks/months now but haven’t started it. She printed off all of these quotes and graphics and OMG I just LOVE IT! She knows me so well. I always enjoy meeting new people and boy was this day full of that! As much as I enjoyed it though, I was exhausted.
Unfortunately the day came when I had to head back to Chicago. The best idea A and I have ever has been taking Monday off. Since her mom offered to make us omelets for breakfast, A ran me over to Starbucks at the Kroger nearby. Oh Starbucks, how I’ve missed you! After breakfast we hung out for a bit before getting ready. It took me forever to pack up because I really didn’t want to leave. I was just so relaxed this whole weekend- filled with friends, new family, kids, and puppies galore. It was just a perfect weekend.
It was Opening Day for the Reds, so downtown Cinci was filled with fans and/drunks-whichever you prefer to call them. A had made plans to meet her friend, Mandy, for lunch so we headed over there before going to the bus stop. Another great meal for this girl. We were only a few blocks away from the Megabus stop- which was unfortunate because I didn’t get to officially give A a proper THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR AN INCREDIBLE WEEKEND chat. Seriously A, thank you.
Much to both of our surprise, the bus was already there…half an hour early. That’s unheard of for the Bus of all Megas (aka Megabus). So I said my goodbye and loaded my crap in. With Starbucks only a block away, I checked with the driver getting his ‘permission’ to induldge in some more caffeine. I have to say that the ‘bucks barista guy was fairly cool- total hipster. No crush there, but I just like pointing out my love for the baristas in this world.
I went back to the bus and offered to move over for an elderly woman who was traveling alone. Being on a high from my trip home, I chatted with her for awhile before realizing that I was too exhausted to even think. The bus ride wasn’t too bad, with us stopping twice in Indy before getting back to Union Station in downtown Chicago. I mentioned the other night about my miserable CTA experience home, but all in all I survived.
I’ll tell you what, these two tattoos are truly magical as my purple heart reminds me constantly that I’m 1) stronger than I believe and 2) serves as a reminder of everything I’ve been through. And the blue star on my foot, well it 1) serves as a reminder of my past (dreamer-lifestyle) and 2) of the living in the moment person I’ve become to be. I’ve really grown up a lot, haven’t I? Years ago I never would have imagined having a tattoo, let alone two. It’s taken a very, very long time but this is truly the most comfortable I’ve felt in my skin in a long time…maybe it’s the tattoos. Lol. ♥K