rushrushrush

i am so enjoying this cool evening. I am not enjoying trying to pack up my life and move. I’m packing between everyday use and storage. Bahh. I do have movers coming but i’m hoping to move most of it out so they can just handle the big stuff.  At the rate my life is going I’m not sure what i’ll be able to take over now.  I’m exhausted all the time.

The wind rushrushrushing through the leaves sounds a little like the ocean.  I do love the ocean in the fall in winter, its something I can’t explain. Something about the ocean never changes. The waves never stop crashing on the shore, and the wind never slows.

adventure.

Today, or tonight rather I leave for yet another adventure. I just returned sunday night from driving out to the midwest with my Mom. That was an amazing trip, not because we suddenly grew closer or because of anything that was said. It was amazing simply because it happened. It was the last time it was just me and Mom for awhile. We worked so hard this winter fixing up the house to sell, and now it has.  I’m still not sure if I believe it.

Dot cat is not a good traveling cat. 

I love how this one glows, as if the house was alive.

cleaning out the fridge is never a fun thing, ha.

Tonight I’m taking a bus up to the Big City. I’m really excited to get away and see some dear friends. Who knew being an adult could be fun? (ha) I can’t believe how everything in life lately has just been falling into place and simply working out.

I’ve been so busy lately I hope to use my time on the bus catching up with my correspondence. I love the solitude of writing letters. Something about having to stop and think about life beyond the thoughts of right now. Also sharing your life and thoughts with someone is really important. Vesting your life in theirs in hope a return of the same.

Someone should buy me a big thing of raw sugar so I can stop stealing extra packets from panera or starbucks.

Last Weekends.

I had a great night. I spent tonight with my mom. We made pizza and then watched “Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs” and compared it to the book. Which, by the way is drastically different and doesn’t compare.

I know in a few weeks I wont be able to just “come home,” because this home wont be here. My parent’s house became under contract after 4 days on the market, its amazing really. While I was expecting to have months with my mom still in the area, I now have weeks. I don’t think its hit me quite yet. My family has lived here for 10 years, the longest we’ve lived anywhere. It seems a little unreal that my parents wont be living here and that their new house in Omaha will be a place that I will have never lived.

I’ll be coming home next weekend and then two weekends after that I will be driving with Mom to Omaha. And then coming back to Virginia, alone.

Snow Storm Take Two

I love  toaster waffles. Toasted crisp and then smeared with crunch peanut butter, its my favorite breakfast. Actually no, I take that back my favorite breakfast is Eggs Benedict. Absolutely my favorite, but since I don’t eat that on a regular basis toaster waffles come in a close second. Or third, I haven’t really listed my favorite breakfast foods.

Since becoming sick I’ve amped up my vitamin intake. That is to say I’ve made it a point to remember to take my vitamins. Perhaps if I had been taking them I wouldn’t have gotten sick. Something makes me sick about swallowing 5 pills a day, big pills too.  Ugh.

Outside the snow is swirling. It has become a magical snow storm with the wind blowing the snow flakes about. This is not the soft, slow and lovely snow fall of last week. I scraped off my porch rail before the snow really got going so I could measure the fall but with all the wind I can’t tell. I’m kind of disappointed about it because I’ve heard many different reports about the snow fall. One report was 3-4 inches and then the last report was 12-20 inches! I am so grateful that through out all these storms that I’ve never lost power.

The snow has caused my Mom’s flight back to Virginia on Monday to be canceled and rescheduled for today, but by the looks of it I doubt she’ll fly in today either. My parents have bought a house in Nebraska, and the one here in Virginia is looking to be officially sold by March.

I will be returning home this weekend for a fun and festive  Mardi Gras ball with some great friends. Assuming it doesn’t get snowed out. I’m glad I sent my valentines out monday.

Snowed in!

I love snow. It makes me extraordinarily happy, even happier than warm clean laundry. Something about the peaceful, deafness of the snow falling. How it makes everyone become extremely cautious and careful. It also makes people stay in, instead of going out. Which is something I’m a fan of.

This whole weekend I was miserably sick with a cold. I was glad that at least I was able to rest and just stay indoors the whole time like everyone else, so I didn’t feel to awful. I am not please with the green goobers that have taken up residence in my nose and throat. I am feeling LOADS better today. I hope some nice neighbor shovels out my car. I’m not sure how I’m going to do it.. I lack shovel and other basic snow scooping items.

My parents are getting even closer to officially moving away forever. They’ve had a few offers on the house already, after it being on the market only a week!! That is just amazing and unthinkable. I’m glad that everything is moving smoothly and quickly for them but at the same time I was hoping for a few more months with my Mom around.

UPDATE! Meg and I shoveled out our cars! Here are the pictures to prove it.

Me, trying to climb over the mountain of snow, it was up to my thigh.. I climbed down and walked around.

Meg’s car half way cleared off

My poor car. This is the before shot, it is now officially cleared off.

curiously dispassionate

I admit that by posting so many pictures on here I am avoiding actually writing something real. Quite frankly there’s not much going on. Actually there’s a lot going on this week-endish. As soon as my roommate and I turn in our finical statements and have those approved we’ll be moving in on friday. Which is just in time for my friend Josh to come and stay. I will have been a tenet for less than 12 hrs and will already have a guest.

I still don’t believe that this all will happen, I just don’t. So many things in my life have come so close to happening and everything falls though. Often at the last minute, and so here I sit, still in my parent’s basement at my desk, waiting for that one things to happen to cause it all the fall though. That being said, I’ve begun to pull boxes out of the closet.

All of my things seem to be a hodgepodge of all the different places I’ve lived. Pillows that match the couches I once had, and were too nice to let go. Fans and heaters from the very drafty Lee street apartment. Lots of framed photos to cover the bare walls I once inhibited. A rocking chair Ben and Kim rescued from the sidewalk across from school, I always think I’ll sand it down and paint it; I just haven’t yet.  There are also things that haven’t had a home yet. Such as my kitchen aid mixer, I received for graduation,  still in its box.

I’m just waiting,
For everything to fall though,
Just like everything else.

this is what I'll miss the most.

New apartment, lacks Dot pie. She makes me happy.

“sometimes in the absence of emotion, your only recourse is to surround you self with objects, assemble the relics about you. I only half believe what I am telling you.” -David Rakoff

someone get this for me, for christmas. please?

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update- I just got the move in costs  for the apartment, so I guess its real.

its what growing older is all about.

so I guess I’m moving at the end of the week. Everything is happening this week, it’s a little overwhelming.

I am in love with these Mad Men illustrations by Dyna Moe.

I have Google Wave. I like it, but I feel like right now while not all of my contacts (aka friends!) have it, it’s a little superfluous.  I’m sure its going take over the world some day.

“the first time you fall in love, you fall hard; and then you usually end up feeling disillusioned or disheartened.” -Julia Rothwax, on This American Life

I’m cold.
I can’t believe its November.
I can’t believe it.
Any of it.
All of it.

When Sunday Met Lazy.

I love “When Harry Met Sally”. I love that when I first saw it I was at my friend Beth’s house, and that we would keep saying “would you like some PEA-CHAN PIEEEEAH?” I love all of Meg Ryan’s 90′s movies, its the newer ones I’m not so keen on.

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

I’m moving out this week, I think. I guess I should start packing. Have I mentioned I’ll be living in walking distance to a Wegmans?

You know class isn’t going well when you can’t wait to write a review for your professor.

I made latkas for dinner. Now the whole house smells like frying oil. Even my cat smells like fried potatoes.

I need to shower and work on my case study.

I wish I had more interesting things to say. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed about my life and fearful that I wont be able to pull it off.

Someone hire me.

strawberryluna makes me happy.