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let’s all sing it together: “it’s a small world after all”   Leave a comment

To sum up this past weekend best, I’ll say that, Chicago is a big city but it’s such a small world.  The whirlwind that was this past weekend- and really week- reminded me of both of these concepts.  Take today (Sunday night is when I’m writing this) for instance.  Within an hour of waking up I found myself on a bus around the city, only to trek all the way back to discover just what a small world it really is.  In my own neighborhood Starbucks, I ran into the younger brother, Brad, of my dear college friend, Jenni.  (aka “BaFaFa).  Brad was in town visiting friends for the weekend and our run-in was completely unexpected and A.MAY.ZING.  Isn’t that the best?!!!

With Laura in town this weekend for the second interview, my weekend was devoted to showing her around.  It was better than that sounds but also the culprit of my exhaustion…and the reason for my 3-hour nap this afternoon.  I woke up groggy, maybe a little refreshed, thinking where I was and, more importantly, who I was with this weekend. 

Over the course of the past 2 days, I have been with or spoken to all sorts of friends: old friends, new friends, friends-of-friends (now my friends), friends from high school, friends from college, friends from Columbus, and family. 

Here I am, in the 3rd largest city in the US, having come here 2 years ago knowing less than a handful of people, and I run into a familiar smiling face from my past at my Starbucks four blocks from my apartment.  Most of you are probably thinking, what’s so special about that?  It happens to me all the time?  Well, it used to happen to me all the time too, but not anymore.  To say I miss that is truly an understatement.

Being in this city, surrounded by unfamiliar faces- that are not always friendly- makes me feel foolish for going out of my way to avoid people at our community venues (back in Hampton) all those times.  Some day I’d give anything to just casually run into a former teacher at Target, a former teammate while running at the park or even arrange a coffee date with a former friend/classmate.  I guess it’s true that you long for the things you once had when they’re no longer available to you. 

Gosh, if my friend, Matt (MT), read this I would never hear the end of it.  Actually I spoke with him last night and some of this stuff came up, and his teasing definitely did as well.  Although I’m at the point now where I can fire back and it doesn’t bother me as much.  As I’ve shared in past posts, there was a time in my life- during college- when I decided that I wanted to break-up with my past life.  I didn’t want anything to do with Hampton.  I wanted a change.  I wanted to change.  I regret that time in my life and now realize that it was foolish of me; however, it is once again proof that you live & learn.

It’s funny how things change.  I’m not sure if I’m laughing about it, but I think the way my life has gone, thus far, I definitely see the irony.  For instance, as a teenager I used to daydream of living in NYC…but realistically never thought I’d end up there.  At that time I figured I’d be in Pittsburgh, dating my latest crush, and being friends with the same friends- that are now no longer my friends.  In college I knew I’d never go back to Pittsburgh and was destined to live in (Columbus,) Ohio for the rest of my life.  Then Chicago came and the struggle has finally somewhat seized, and while I miss my family (in Pgh) and friends (mostly back in Ohio), I’m actually realizing how great it is to be in Chicago and have visiting guests and random run-ins with my Ohio folk in Starbucks.

Is staying here in Chicago actually my solution for having the balance of my past and the future I desire? 

I do still think about moving back to Columbus, Ohio, wondering what it would be like.  I know that after living here that it would be very, very different, but would I like it?  Would I fit in?  I could ask these questions again and again, leading myself down the never-ending road of frustration, but why bother? 

I’m finally understanding that life isn’t about the minute-by-minute plans nor the timelines.  There’s no rule book on how to do things, and no penalty if you don’t accomplish those societal standard checklist items by a certain age or at all.  Life is about the little things; the precious moments; the unexpected joys.  It’s about follow your passions and acting spontaneously in the moment.  It’s about choosing to go on a weekend roadtrip to your college town with friends.  Or deciding to enroll in grad school to pursue the job that you know you’re meant to do.  It’s about falling in love at first sight with a guy you never thought was ‘your type’ and enjoying those butterflies that you get when he’s around.  It’s about running into an old friend in a big city and having a smile on your face the next day, realizing just how wonderful that unexpected moment truly was.

It may be a small world (after all), but it’s a life full of many opportunities.

it’s not always rainbows and butterflies   1 comment

Another whirlwind week for this girl.  Again I find myself in disbelief that it is Friday night.  What even happened this week?  Being sick is what threw a curveball into my typical routine, and oh yeah, my friend Laura was in town for 1.5 days.  Now it’s all coming back to me…

I sit here tonight, preparing for an early bedtime because I have an early wake-up call in order to meet Laura at the Megabus stop at 6:15 am.  Yes, the same Laura.  It’s a long story but in essence, she’s in town to interview for a position that would bring about her relocation to the city. 

So what does that mean for me?  Why am I writing about this tonight?  I’m not sure, but I do feel the need to get my feelings out of my head.  I’m not going to digest everything, but I’ll start by asking myself the question: Am I really okay with staying in Chicago if Laura moves here?  That is the most important question and the first of many. 

Somehow I found myself talking about a new roommate, new apartment, and new neighborhoods… all in Chicago.  Seriously, is this what I want?  I don’t know.

It was only a few days ago that I was talking to a few friends about applying for a job at the children’s hospital in Seattle; researching internships and grad programs in Austin, San Francisco, Boston, and Columbus; and sitting on a dream about moving to Florida for my ultimate job.  And now I’m close to agreeing on signing a new lease to keep me here in Chicago.  Again, is this what I really want? 

The squirrels were running around in my head last night as I tried control all of the thoughts: Do I like it here?  Do I want a roommate?  After living alone for the past two years, can I even live with someone?  Do I want to move to a new apartment, new neighborhood?  Do I want to stay in Chicago?  Can I still handle being at my job for another year? 

Worrying about all this stuff isn’t going to give e any answers.  So what is the answer?  What do I want the answer to be?  If I closed my eyes right now, or kept them open, I could image what I want my life to look like…and I’m okay with it being here in Chicago.  I really am.  I know that it will never look the way I imagine it, but I know that some of those images are capable of becoming true.  And even though my recent daydreams and ‘what if’s have taken me to Seattle and Orlando, I’m not really seeing myself in either place- even if the opportunities are part of my dream. 

So where does that leave me?

This Chicago…isn’t it the same Chicago that I previously announced as “not feeling like home to me” and “I don’t feel like I belong here”?  Isn’t it funny how things change?  Here I was, struggling to find my place and the feeling of belonging here, and after two years I think I may finally be onto something.  Perhaps the stars have been working their way to align this whole time.  How can I walk away now?  Am I supposed to stay?  Do I belong here now?

I’ve come to the conclusion that Chicago has been my boyfriend for the past two years.  I should probably update my Facebook account to read “It’s Complicated” as my relationship status- tagging Chicago if at all possible.  (Hmmmm…)  It’s been quite a roller coaster ride of what I describe as “good days, bad days”, but knowing that I’m still here, 2 years later, is proof that I’ve never given up the fight.  Even amidst the heartbreak and lonely nights, I still continue to give this relationship chance after chance.   

Some relationships are worth fighting for and maybe this one means more to me than I realize(d).  Only time will tell…

 

It’s still two human beings trying to get along, so it’s going to be complicated. And love is always complicated. But humans must try to love each other, darling. We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something. — Eat, Pray, Love

all you need is your girl friends   3 comments

Let me first say that I spent my lunch break beginning a post highlighting my thoughts on this Moan-day.  To put it best, today was not my day.  But I’ve had many days like this to learn that you really do have to experience bad days like this one in order to appreciate the good that life brings our way…and it really does.  This evening is one perfect example, and it’s all centered around the beauty that comes in the form of girl friends. 

Stef and Rory, two of my saints here in Chicago, saved me from having an emotional breakdown this evening by providing me with quality girl time.  Mix in some “Chicagoans are crazy” talk, a Mystic Tan, and some Starbucks, and I seriously felt 1000x better.  Thank you so much, ladies!!  To make it even better, I had another great conversation with Stef back at my apartment that had me feeling that I’m okay here.  I really am. 

After Stef left, I immediately received a text from my friend, Carrie, who I called back to discuss her & her husband’s upcoming trip to Chi next weekend.  (Cubs’ game, here we come!)  Afterwards I called Kristin, who answered the phone, “What are you doing calling?  The Bachelorette is on.”  I couldn’t stop laughing.  And then, she told me that her husband, Jim, was watching it.  I lost it completely. 

Add in a love Facebook posting from Adriana saying exactly what I needed to hear: A reminder: You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.  And then a “meet my new friend who moved to Chicago” message from Jen.  Topping of the evening, I just got another message from Alisha reminding me that she is my sister and therefore, always there for me. 

Now I sit here, smiling- which I didn’t think was possible a few hours ago- as I think about the other fantastic girl friends that I have in my life.  Darlene for her constant love and support.  Ruth & Sarah for teaching me that your girl friends always have your back.  Libby, Julie & Jen, who remind me that time and distance never changes the bond between best friends.  That you have the opportunity to know someone will be your friend forever in just a few seconds, like I knew with Laura. 

For me, life has never been about having a boyfriend.  Sure, it would be nice but it’s never been a priority.  I’ve learned to live life without a boyfriend, to the point where I’m not sure if I know how to live with one.  However, a life without girl friends is a life not worth living.  My friends are the reason that I am who I am today.  No matter how bad my day is, I still find myself remembering how blessed I am to have these girls in my life

I’ve always had difficulty opening up to others and letting them be there for me.  I have a naturally tendency to what to be the one giving and never the one receiving.  But I simply need to be the recipient sometimes.  I need to rely on others to help me through my rough days.  I’ve come a long way to realize this, but now that I have there’s really no turning back.  I can only go forward, and as I do so I know that my friendships will only grow stronger.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.  ~Anäis Nin

the reason one writes isn’t the fact she wants to say something. she writes because she has something to say.   1 comment

The long 4th of July weekend is coming to an end, and not one post has been typed by these fingers.  But let me tell you that I’ve stared at this computer screen each of the past three days- multiple times- trying to capture all of the rubbish going on in my mind into words.

Nothing.  Blogger’s block sounds like the correct terminology to use here.  Whatever it is, it needs to end.  Like I’ve said before, blogging is my therapy and I need therapy!  It’s just not enough for me that it’s Monday and I’m not working…I need to cleanse my anxiety-ridden mind right now.  Bear with me because I may find that once I start, all of the thoughts from Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are going to be purged onto this post.  My sincere apologies. 

This weekend marked another holiday that I spent away from family and friends.   I’ve gotten used to it by now, but it’s still never easy.  Actually ever since college, I’ve probably spent more holidays away from my family than ones with them.  The excuse that I’ve made is, “…afterall it’s just another day”, but anyone who wears my shoes knows that there’s not a ton of truth in that statement.  Fortunately, most of the time I’ve had friends and adoptive family members to take me in and help pass the day.   

For the last two 4th of Julys I’ve spent my day with Karrie, here in Chicago.  Instead of partaking in the Taste of Chicago and downtown fireworks, we enjoyed Scooter’s,  fresh fruit, red wine, and a Twilight movie marathon.  After watching Twilight and New Moon from the comfort of Karrie’s apartment, we spontaneously decided to bypass the fireworks for Eclipse.  While this wasn’t the traditional/ exciting long weekend in Chicago, I have to say that it was exactly what my tired- rundown body and mind needed. 

My friend Laura’s FB status yesterday read: Thinks that holidays in general are annoying for single people.  I have to agree, although I’m definitely not drowning myself in liquor, wearing sweatpants, and sobbing about being single…and one of the reasons I adore Laura is because I know she isn’t either.  But her status brought this thought to my attention:  Why do single people feel like they’re the only single person in the world on holidays?  

For a girl who has been single for the majority of her life, I really am okay with it.  Now if I wasn’t still mending a broken heart and questioning the ways of the world, then I’m sure I’d feel even better about it….but that’s for another day (s) and another post (s).  Though, let me play my woe is me card for just a second and share this experience with you, which is one of the things I”ve been trying to write about for the past few days.

 On Saturday morning, for the first time since probably the beginning of January, I woke up without an alarm clock.  Actually my body clock woke me up at 7 am-ish, and after cursing my clock, I rolled back over and slept until 10 am.  Why?  Because I could?  However, I felt ‘off’ the rest of the day as I tried to make up for the lost few hours.  (Note: Kids, it’s not a joke, you will not be able to sleep in when you get old(er) so enjoy it while you can.)

Waking up I found myself wishing that I was waking up next to someone- someone I care remotely about of course.  This is one of the simply joyous pleasures in life, and one of the reasons that I would like to change my single status to at least an ‘it’s completed’.  A few months ago I said that all I wanted was a guy that would spoil me by running down to Starbucks and grab me a Soy AmeriMisto before I woke up.  I think Edward would do that for me.  Maybe my ‘it’s complicated’ boy is a vampire?  Where do I sign up for one of those?

People always ask me why I don’t have a boyfriend, or a friend will tell me that their boyfriend/husband asks them the question once they meet me and say how cute and nice I am.  Typically I blush and smile with embarrassment before reaching into my bag of defense mechanisms for an “excuse”.  Right now the one I’ve been using is, “Only crazies, gays and homeless men hit on me.”- which I swear is true!  But in all honesty, I don’t know the reason behind the reason I don’t have a boyfriend…or any sort of boy-anything for that matter.  It’s something that I spend time thinking about on the holidays when family, friends, and love…past love…are the underlying themes that play over and over again in my mind. 

I’d be lying if I say that I didn’t imagine being at a (insert name here) family cookout, playing cornhole and drinking margaritas or wine with (insert name here)’s mom and dad.  Or perhaps we’d be on a boat with our friends, telling the story of how we met, with his friends saying how they’d never seen him this happy. 

What can I say…I am a dreamer.  The Dave Matthews Band’s song Grey Street, might as well be about me:

Oh look at how she listens; She says nothing of what she thinks ; She just goes stumbling through her memories; Staring out onto Grey Street.  And she thinks…hey…How did I come to this; I dreamed myself a million times around the world; But I can’t get out of this place.

The dreamer has become more of a do-er; however, evidence shows that once a dreamer, always a dreamer.  If I could change it slightly, I would.  But how do you change who you’ve always been?  What you’ve always known? 

Truthfully, I do not know how to be anything but single.  I am the most selfless person, but when it comes to personal relationships I may be selfish.  I say this because I know that I have so much love to give another and I honestly think that I’d make an A.MAY.ZING. girlfriend, but I just don’t know how to get ‘there’.  The most important thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in returned.  This line is on my mental playlist each and every day, and as much as I ‘hear’ it, when I look back I just wonder if anything has really changed?  How many holidays have passed that I wished I had someone by my side to enjoy them with?  How many more holidays will pass before this changes and I can go to bed with some and wake up next them?

This is another song that has resonated with me this past weekend after seeing it performed on So You Think You Can Dance.  The song is Jar of Hearts  by Christina Perri.  I immediately attached myself to this song, for many reasons, but may favorite, most impactful moment in the performance comes at 1:18…but I think I’m going to come back to this in another post later on.  Rather led me go with this line in the song as an end to this post: I learned to live half alive.  Whether you’re still wounding a broken heart or just without love, you know that there’s also that empty part within you….the feeling that something is missing. 

How does love make you feel so alive?   How does not having it make you feel so dead inside?  How does waking up next to someone, that you care about/love just make you feel whole inside; that you could lie there all day next to him, and that’s all you really need?  And if there just so happens to be a cup of coffee next to you when you wake up, then do me a favor.  Cancel all your plans for the day.  Turn off your cell phone.  Because everything you need is right there beside you. 

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We are formed and molded by our thoughts. Those whose minds are shaped by selfless thoughts give joy when they speak or act. Joy follows them like a shadow that never leaves them. (Buddha)

june series:some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.   1 comment

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.

This photo easily resembles me during the first two weeks of June 2004, when I spend every sunny moment laying out with my textbooks in front of my dorm, Dougan Hall.  While every other college kid seemed to be on summer break, my fellow OUers and I were not, which meant FINALS.  Final exams, final papers, (final) goodbyes-til fall quarter that is.

This was the first June that I actually began to dread and I’ll explain why.  June obviously marks the end of a school year and up until this point, I’d always been happy for that since it meant S.U.M.M.E.R.T.I.M.E.  While the same was true for June 2004, it also meant that I had to leave my OU friends and Athens for another summer in Hampton…but this one was going to be A LOT different from the ones before.  At least I had my Snack Shackers to help me through it.

I guess it’s not right to talk about June ’04 without explaining what happened during this first year of mine at OU (sophomore year of college- remember I transferred from Kent State).  What I’ve failed to mention thus far is that as ready as I was for a change (back in the summer of 2003 before beginning at OU), I was nervous.  For the first time in my life, I didn’t know anyone. As exciting as a fresh start is, it’s terrifying too especially when I’d been so used to knowing so many people (in Hampton and Pittsburgh) for so long.  Fortunately a few email exchanges with my new roommate made me familiar with one person that would be joining me on my OU (Oh Yeah) journey: Kathryn Byerly.   Soon to be known as Kat. I don’t remember the drive to Athens on that day, but I remember meeting Kat and her friend, Laura, in our new dorm room, and then getting Chinese food later that evening.  Amidst my initial anxieties, it was a very calming night.  The calm before the storm…

The next few months of my life can be summed up as: New Friends; New Adventures; and New Love. Maybe not just new love, but first love.

No one else may have seen it that way, but I know it was L.O.V.E.- whether he felt the same way or not, I fell in love that year.

I won’t go into too many details, but I couldn’t explain that year without mentioning it- or at least giving you a little sample.  I’ll say this, I’m always reminded of him when I watched/read/think of the stories behind The Notebook and The Time Traveler’s Wife.

Oddly enough, Ms. Rachel McAdams plays ‘me’ in both movies. Maybe that’s why she’s my favorite?

I could indulge you in all of the details of our courtship-if it can even be called such- or the similarities between myself and Allie & Claire; or why I see him in both Henry and Noah, but what’s the point? 

June of 2004 arrived and so did a broken heart.  My first real, full-fledged broken heart.  I guess First Love and First Heartbreak come as a packaged deal.  2-for-1 special…but there’s nothing special about a broken heart, trust me.

Okay, I need to point out that my heart was not breaking just because of a boy, but for a combination of reasons.  From what I remember, I was actually still quite optimistic back then that things would work out with my Noah/Henry boy (aka as the infamous Casey); however, some of my friends, including Brandon may disagree that there were certain weak moments- usually under the influence of good old OU fun.  Also known as, alcohol.

So back to heartbreak, after saying my goodbyes to my lovely OU friends, or perhaps we should say my see you laters, it was time to head back to Hampton.  Funny story, or at least for B and me.  So for some reason, Brandon and I always joked about purchasing one of those huge balls from Wal-mart, but we never did.  However, coincidentally, in my final moments before leaving OU for the summer, a big purple ball just so happened to be in the lobby of my dorm to be thrown out.  Seriously??!!!  Now if this isn’t fate then I don’t know what is.  We played with that damn ball until it got stuck in a tree!  Oh, Brandon.  No one else in the world compares to you! I will never forget that moment, and yes, it was fate.

I remember walking out of Dougan with Rebecca, and actually the underage girl who I was had to carry out an empty case of beer that was drank in her underage dorm room the night with a few friends (one being Joe Zummo, from what I can recall).  What a great way to end my friend year at OU, but I just didn’t want to leave.  As I drove away with my mom, my heart began breaking…

…and it only broke more as the summer went on.  I missed my friends so much.

I was working two jobs that summer and my social life was nonexistent, and so was my life in Hampton.  Other than the Hampton Pool staff members and a few other people, MT being one, my past friendships had ended- which I take fault in. (Note: This is before Facebook, if you can even imagine that.)  It was the first time in my life that I couldn’t see Hampton as home anymore. My parents and brother were there, as well as my past and memories, but that was it.  Enter: More heartbreak.

I did my best to enjoy that summer, but like I said, other than the pool there wasn’t much to enjoy.  I’d countdown the days until I was back in Athens, which were also the same number of days when I wouldn’t have to be in Hampton anymore.  I just felt like I couldn’t have both in my life anymore, and I knew from now on that Athens would always win.  I’d forever pick Ohio over Pennsylvania, and my college friends over my high school friends.

That all sounds so foolish to me now, I mean why did I think that I really had to choose?  To this day I still regret, as Matt always said, running away.

If you can believe it, I fell even more in love with a certain boy from OU that summer.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder? For a girl who was use to crushing on boys and getting over them quickly, this was painful.  I swear I tried to forget him, but every time I did it just made me think about him even more.  Seriously, is this what love is all about?  Or am I just crazy? There was even a boy from Hampton that I crushed on in high school that may have liked me, and I didn’t even feel a thing.  All I thought was, he isn’t Casey. Boys, Boys, Boys! They sure know how to mess with your head, even if they don’t realize they’re doing it.

So the title of this blog is a quote from the one-and-only, Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, from an episode of Sex and the City. I chose it because it’s a different way of identifying this time in my life.  Now people tend to see butterflies (as in the ones you get in your stomach from nerves) in a negative light.  However, the wise twenty-year old girl who I was at this time learned differently.  Butterflies are something that I’ve learned to hope for because they let me know that something is meaningful to me.  Not every boy will give you the butterflies, but the right ones always will.  Learn to embrace the butterflies because they indicate that something good is right in front of you. Sure, crushes make us feel all funny inside, but I’d rather feel something than nothing at all.  And if I’ve learned a thing or two about the butterflies it’s that you cannot force them nor can you make them leave.  They do what they want.

I didn’t feel the butterflies for any boys in Hampton, nor towards anything in Hampton for that matter.  All of my butterflies were back in Ohio. 

Sometimes I wish I could go back to that summer and do a re-do…but would I still be where I am today?  And better yet, would I really have done anything differently? Looking back I still feel like going to OU was exactly what I needed, and I still recognize that the girl from Hampton needed a change- she needed to grow up.  But she didn’t just grow up, she abandoned who she was and left the place she once only knew as home…ensuing in heartbreak of a whole other form.

these are the moments   2 comments

You cannot perceive beauty, but with a serene mind.
      Henry David

My friend, Laura, had a Facebook status up a few weeks ago that read: This morning on my run I was able to be still for a moment and thank God for the beautiful day, the pleasure of running and be thankful for where I was at that moment without worrying about the future. What a blessing. Wish that could transcend the rest of my life!!

I had a moment like that today.  Earlier this evening I was fortunate to visit a school in the South Side of Chicago.  The kids were wonderful and they loved the activities that we brought.  I’m still in disbelief that I ever had as much energy as they do.  Some of the parents and children spoke (only) Spanish and I had a few moments of serenity as I watched them teach the toddlers the Spanish name for various fruits and vegetables that we had at the site.  It touched me for some reason.  This is just another example of how the simple things in life bring the most pleasure.

I got off the Red Line at Fullerton and walked a little further to my apartment.  For some reason I always enjoy this walk, even if it is longer.  It just always brings me such peace and serenity, and today was no exception.  There was a little breeze so I put my hair down to get the full wind-blown effect.  (Hot, I know.  Lol.) 

On this way home, I always walk past Children’s Memorial Hospital.  Before today I used to enjoy imagining myself doing my internship there- but unfortunately those daydreams are crushed; however, I did get good news that I am #15 on the Volunteer Waiting List and may beginning in the next month.  (Fingers crossed.)  After passing the hospital I began thinking about how important the Child Life Specialist program is to me and how I cannot let myself give up.  Don’t let me!

I was so calm during this walk.  I didn’t want the moment to end.  I walked past Lincoln Park and a group of students that were being silly.  I thought of a few friends of mine, and a former past love.  (I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.)  I thought about how I really live in Chicago.  Wow.  I really do.  I wondered, how much longer will I live here?  Where will I live next? 

All of these thoughts crossed my mind, but not a moment of stress.  Of course I’m a little disappointed that the internship didn’t pan out, but I got the chance of applying and as we all know, somethings don’t go according to plan.  It took me about 25 years to realize this but now that I have it has made a world of difference.  I feel like something better is out there for me.  Maybe it will be back in Ohio; maybe not.  I’ve told myself that if I can make it here, I can make it anywhere. 

Now I just want to say that I feel like God was with me on that walk home.  I’ll say again that I lost my faith a long time ago, but recently, due to my friendships, I have begun to find my faith again.  These past few days since arriving back in Chicago (and getting the rejection email from Children’s Memorial), I have been trying to ask God for some direction.  Today i feel like God told me, through this calm, peaceful, breezy walk home, that i was headed in the right direction…even though the destination is blurry, I’m on my way. 

good morning dc. good night pittsburgh.   2 comments

What can I say about the past two days?  Exhausting, with many wonderful moments mixed it?  If you’ve been reading my blog and/or are one of my dear friends (that have been worrying about me lately), you know that I’ve been running myself down pretty low with constantly travel- for both work and pleasure (ie. wedding season). 

My colleagues and I landed in DC on Wednesday afternoon and within two hours I was exploring the city with Laura.  Shall I rewind?  So my friend, Laura (pictured here), just so happened to me in DC for a conference this week and fortunately we were able to discover that our travel schedules coincided perfectly.  Thank goodness she was there!  Laura and I have both been so busy lately that a very long hiberation was probably what the doctor ordered; however, we’re stubborn twenty-six year olds who refused to listen to anything sensible so off we were!

Instead of R&R, we ran around downtown DC…but first stopping to get some Starbucks magic.  It was funny because Laura said that she knew that even if I didn’t need one (Starbucks), that I would get another one with her anyways.  My friends know me so well.  I cannot tell if it’s a bad thing that I’m associated with Starbucks in their minds, amongst other noteworthy traits, or not.  I guess it could be a lot worse. 

So yeah, DC.  We made our way to the Metra, which is clean(er) and much easier to figure than other metropolitan cities (take notes, Chicago).  We filled up on a dinner of edamame, sushi, and cute little drinks (one with Bacardi 151 for the brave Laura).  I think I made a no 151 pact in the summer of 2005 after a very blurry night in Athens. 

After dinner Laura and I headed over to the Air and Space Museum for our own version of Night at the Museum- which we had private access through the conference she was in town for.  We felt like kids again!  It was so A.MAY.ZING. 

Next stop was the Natural History Museum before the clock struck 10:30 and our passes were no longer good.  We had a good time venturing around the exhibits, and Laura was patient with me as I tried to get a picture of her getting attacked by the T-Rex. 

 I also thought of my lovely friend, Alisha, during the African Safari exhibit.  These giraffe photos are for you, A.  Wish you were there!

After fun at the museums, Laura wanted to show me Chinatown and get some dessert.  It was already past my weekday bed time (sad, I know), but why not stay out and enjoy DC.  We found two cute places: one for delicious cupcakes (which I surprisingly ate) and another for frozen yogurt and smoothies.  (Green Tea smoothie is A.MAY.ZING.)  I”ll tag the places later.

We got back to the hotel and gave our gorgeous, stressed out bride friend a call.  And on that note, I need to shut down and head up to Akron to play Maid of Honor.

Have a great weekend!  Hopefully I’ll be back to regular posts on Sunday or Monday.  Til then, take care.

 

 

Posted May 21, 2010 by K in friends, pittsburgh

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