“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”—Miriam Adeney (via tarakutz)
I have a lot to look forward to, but I would love to go back to this moment in time. Hot Chip is so fun live, and I’m in a dancing state of mind. Coffee drunk, as you will. Guess I could recreate in my mom’s living room. BRB.
I usually hate when people bring out the “life isn’t fair” line. Talk about a watered-down expression, people often misuse it to whine about their nonproblems. I guess it takes moments like this to really understand.
One of my best girl friends from college (Julie) just lost her husband (Phillip). He died.
A very active and healthy police officer under 30 years old, you’d imagine it’d have something to do with that… right? But it didn’t. For some reason, he just didn’t wake up yesterday morning. It all makes zero sense and seems zero fair. Phil was such an amazing person, husband, and father, and I can’t even begin to describe how in love him and Julie were. How in love they ARE. What is this past tense that I’m speaking? It’s devastating.
I’ll never forget when they met and all the third wheeling I did, gladly. And I’ll never forget losing a hamburger in his backseat when he took a sharp turn and it flew out of my hand. (It was really late and dark outside, I was careless. These things happen.) They were too wrapped up in conversation in the front to even notice or care. I wasn’t about to bother them. (I followed up, it was discovered in the morning. No worries.)
Julie just had her life flipped upside down and my heart is breaking into 7,000 pieces for her and her little girl. She’s religious, and I know her faith will help her get through this, but right now… what do you do? What do we do? Such a weird feeling to be surrounded by so many people and so much love, but feel as lost as ever. That’s how I feel, at least. And I’m the least of any of this. Trying to figure out why these things happen in life. It isn’t fair.
Oh life, always too much to do and not enough time. Go figure. I always underestimate the logistics involved in doing pretty much anything, (including getting out the door in the morning… every day), so you can about imagine what I’m like trying to pack up and move overseas for a bit. Two weeks from now I’ll be on a long flight to explore and teach English for the summer. It’s going to be rad.. then. Right now I’m as stressed as ever. The whole “quitting my awesome job with awesome people to try something new and — oh yeah — not get paid” thing doesn’t help much.
Planned Parenthood is excited to be launching our new Tumblr that’s all about sexual and reproductive health – bodies, birth control, relationship issues, “is it normal for this to do this?” type things. In the coming weeks and months we’ll be sharing what we know, answering questions, and just… tumblring.
Working in social media for a living and being on Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr and — you name it — all day, makes me never want to touch the keyboard or look at a screen when I get home at night. It’s killing my personal presence on Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr and — well, you name it.
But maybe that’s not such a bad thing? I’m not sure. There are a lot of things I’d like to say, but I just don’t. Sometimes I get tired of always being connected.
Today was one of those days where I worked really hard but felt underappreciated, underpaid, and.. well, underdressed because I was cold and wore a hoodie over my shirt. It wasn’t my finest representation. But when I walked outside after work, and it was unexpectedly raining, I was the one with the hood and those that I passed by looked envious. And so I won.
It’s the small victories that keep you going. Or at least dry.