Last night I watched the movie He’s Just Not That Into You. I had read the book a few years ago and to note, it’s found in the “self-help” section of the bookstore. The book also inspired an episode of Sex and the City. Being a girl, who has had more than several crushes, a few dates, and 2 boyfriends in her life, I loved the book and its’ brutal honesty. The entire book essentially is why we have brothers or close guy friends – so we can turn to said brother and close guy friend and pepper them with questions about Possible Future Husband #85948 and what PFH’s behavior and words mean. Because as us girls are well aware, we always say that PFH is definitely interested in our friend. Possibly because we all want to be in that situation. Where the guy likes you and wants to be with just you.
The movie is one big experiment of 6 degrees of separation. All the characters are intertwined somehow in one another’s lives. And each character is exploring what the behavior of the opposite sex is doing either in the relationship or out of it. Despite its’ famous actors, the movie is depressing. I suppose it’s depressing because it’s a bit more realistic than the romantic comedies we’re all used to watching. This movie features cheating husbands (with the wife desperately trying to save the marriage), guys who won’t marry even after being with the same woman for 7 years (so the gal breaks it off and is ridiculed by everyone), a seductress (who won’t stay away from the married man), a guy trying to be with a girl who only sees him when she needs it emotionally (so the guy throws himself at her as a final straw), etc. At the route of all these relationships presented is the idea that we are all the rule, not the exception. So the hope us girls feel when we hear that somehow it worked out with so-and-so does not mean it will actually happen to us. Similarly any grim urban legend will not happen to us. Thank goodness, as those creepy stories are really icky.
Out of the whole movie, my favorite characters are Gigi and Alex. Gigi is the hopeless romantic, just trying to meet Mr. Right. Alex comes along as the good guy, who explains why guys say they’ll call when they don’t, etc. As the movie strums along, Gigi falls for Alex and although he denies it, Alex falls for her. They are the pair that make the movie. And make single girls want that. Maybe guys do too, I can’t really speak for them. I only know a girl’s heart inside out.
The movie ends with the relationships either ending or at least resolving in some fashion, sometimes a happy one and sometimes not. If I must admit? I cried, ok?! And it also ends with this quote:
“Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.”
Reminds me of Jeremiah 29:11 – “’For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
That certainly means hope in love for all of us. So until then Mr. Darcy…
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The Forgotten Garden
I’ve had just about the worst time finding a good book to read. I’ve searched high and low on Barnes & Nobles’ website (I even added it as an app on my iPhone to peruse while bored somewhere) and wandered the fiction and nonfiction shelves of my library. By doing so I have noticed two things: 1) I have really read a lot of books that are already out there and 2) nothing is really catching my eye.
Sure, I suppose I could think that I could sit down and write a book that I would want to read, but that topic’s been covered and believe me, I have no interest, aside from the interest in royalties that my (clearly) bestseller would bring in.
However, I am currently reading a book that both intrigues me enough not to want to read the end first to see if it’s worthy of actually working through the entire thing and one that I simply cannot put down. The Forgotten Garden, by Kate Morton, tells the story of a woman’s quest to find out who she is since being abandoned at the tender age of 3 where she is found on the docks in Australia, having arrived fresh off a ship from England. The story of what happened is told through several characters, moving from various time periods. Morton brings the reader back and forth between present day (2005), the 1970s, the 1930s, and the early 20th-century. Images of poor England, terrorized by Jack the Ripper and young children being forced into the workhouse dominate the story, as well as a mystery of long-lost family members and family betrayals among an aristocratic family. It is even difficult to name a main character, as there are a few who specifically stick out.
Morton clearly did her research writing this book, much like her first novel, which I also swallowed whole. The Forgotten Garden just published, so I shall eagerly await her next novel. It’s quite obvious that Morton shares the same love that I do – ENGLAND!
Sure, I suppose I could think that I could sit down and write a book that I would want to read, but that topic’s been covered and believe me, I have no interest, aside from the interest in royalties that my (clearly) bestseller would bring in.
However, I am currently reading a book that both intrigues me enough not to want to read the end first to see if it’s worthy of actually working through the entire thing and one that I simply cannot put down. The Forgotten Garden, by Kate Morton, tells the story of a woman’s quest to find out who she is since being abandoned at the tender age of 3 where she is found on the docks in Australia, having arrived fresh off a ship from England. The story of what happened is told through several characters, moving from various time periods. Morton brings the reader back and forth between present day (2005), the 1970s, the 1930s, and the early 20th-century. Images of poor England, terrorized by Jack the Ripper and young children being forced into the workhouse dominate the story, as well as a mystery of long-lost family members and family betrayals among an aristocratic family. It is even difficult to name a main character, as there are a few who specifically stick out.
Morton clearly did her research writing this book, much like her first novel, which I also swallowed whole. The Forgotten Garden just published, so I shall eagerly await her next novel. It’s quite obvious that Morton shares the same love that I do – ENGLAND!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Recipe for love
I was speaking to my aunt the other day and mentioned how as I grow older and remain single each day, I have a list of ideals that my future hubby "Nigel" will have. Nigel will of course be a Christian, make me laugh, be good-looking more because of his personality than his face, be social (but like to stay in and hangout with just me), be a total foodie like myself, love country music, be athletic, will share the love of traveling and England, come from old money and be independently wealthy, carry a tune/enjoy karaoke, love my family, ski, love to cook, and pretty much worship the ground I walk on. Of course I followed up my comment with the fact that once the real Nigel shows up, I will love him and none of the above may apply. And that's ok! I'll have Nigel.
My aunt merely replied, "that's good."
A few days after this conversation, once again I was speaking with my aunt (we do tend to talk almost everyday, or at least twice a week) and she told me about a little moment between her and my uncle. She told me that she was telling Unkie how she had decided to lose some weight and just be good about eating as she isn't happy with her weight right now. He looked at her and remarked how beautiful he thought she was and that he loved her. I might also add here that this is after 25 years of marriage. I think perhaps a few PG-13 things happened after that comment -- aka holding hands -- but if Nigel could still think I'm beautiful in 25 years, no matter how I might age, that would be perfect.
Practical Magic, by Alice Hoffman, is a novel that was adapted into a movie almost a decade ago. The story surrounds 2 sisters, who have a bit of witchcraft magic inside of them. The book was excellent, the movie changed the story completely, but one thing that did remain was the character Sally Owens' (played by Sandra Bullock) recipe for her perfect man. She included ideals such as he would have one blue eye and one green (or was it brown?) eye and that he could flip pancakes in the air while making them. Silly as it seemed when she was young, he came along and at just the right moment, fitting her recipe exactly.
Will Nigel actually be the man I have described above? Most likely not. However, he will love me, worship the ground I walk on, and still find me beautiful after 25 years, that I know.
So hurry up and get here, would you?
My aunt merely replied, "that's good."
A few days after this conversation, once again I was speaking with my aunt (we do tend to talk almost everyday, or at least twice a week) and she told me about a little moment between her and my uncle. She told me that she was telling Unkie how she had decided to lose some weight and just be good about eating as she isn't happy with her weight right now. He looked at her and remarked how beautiful he thought she was and that he loved her. I might also add here that this is after 25 years of marriage. I think perhaps a few PG-13 things happened after that comment -- aka holding hands -- but if Nigel could still think I'm beautiful in 25 years, no matter how I might age, that would be perfect.
Practical Magic, by Alice Hoffman, is a novel that was adapted into a movie almost a decade ago. The story surrounds 2 sisters, who have a bit of witchcraft magic inside of them. The book was excellent, the movie changed the story completely, but one thing that did remain was the character Sally Owens' (played by Sandra Bullock) recipe for her perfect man. She included ideals such as he would have one blue eye and one green (or was it brown?) eye and that he could flip pancakes in the air while making them. Silly as it seemed when she was young, he came along and at just the right moment, fitting her recipe exactly.
Will Nigel actually be the man I have described above? Most likely not. However, he will love me, worship the ground I walk on, and still find me beautiful after 25 years, that I know.
So hurry up and get here, would you?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Keep the faith
Week 5 – still going strong!
Today I completed Day 2 of Couch to 5K’s Week 5 running program. This week is a bit trickier than the previous four. The first four weeks hold the same running/walking interval for all 3 days within each week. However, here is the Week 5 breakdown:
Day 1 – Brisk 5 minute warm-up, 3 intervals of 5-minute runs, with 3-minute brisk walk rests in-between the runs, cool down 5 minute walk
Day 2 – Brisk 5 minute warm-up, Run for 8 minutes, rest (brisk walk) for 5 minutes, Run 8 minutes, cool down 5 minute walk
Day 3 – Brisk 5 minute warm-up, Run for 20 minutes, cool down 5 minute walk
I struggled to run on day 1. I thought, if I can barely do these three 5-minute runs, how can I possibly run for 8 minutes, TWICE, in 2 days, let alone run for 20 minutes in 4 days?! Plus, my first 5k is less than a fortnight away! So after I got home I spoke to my running buddy, my Auntie, who is running the 5k with me, to tell her of my worries and woes.
She reminded me that even the best runners have off days. Even she, who runs a 5k 3 times a week already, has off days where she really struggles to run. She went on to say that I’ll do great in the race and if we have to walk, so what?! We’re in this together.
Her words were encouraging and just what I needed to hear. She was right and I knew that. I recently read a blog entry about training for a race. The writer talks about the new Miley Cyrus song, “The Climb,” and about training says, “I love the training more than the actual race…the process of life more than the "perfect" moments at the end.” Her point is that “no matter how many mountains we manage to summit (or move), there is always another. And the process is what we have to enjoy: the riding, the running—even on an aching foot in the rain.” She loves that the MC song encapsulates this very idea. And yet, as I listen to the song, what I hear most is MC's line that says:
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
So keep the faith, it’s what is keeping me going. I prayed this morning that I would be able to complete the 8-minute runs. Was it hard? YES. Was it hot out? YES. Did I do it? YES YES YES! Keep the faith, it’s all about the climb.
Today I completed Day 2 of Couch to 5K’s Week 5 running program. This week is a bit trickier than the previous four. The first four weeks hold the same running/walking interval for all 3 days within each week. However, here is the Week 5 breakdown:
Day 1 – Brisk 5 minute warm-up, 3 intervals of 5-minute runs, with 3-minute brisk walk rests in-between the runs, cool down 5 minute walk
Day 2 – Brisk 5 minute warm-up, Run for 8 minutes, rest (brisk walk) for 5 minutes, Run 8 minutes, cool down 5 minute walk
Day 3 – Brisk 5 minute warm-up, Run for 20 minutes, cool down 5 minute walk
I struggled to run on day 1. I thought, if I can barely do these three 5-minute runs, how can I possibly run for 8 minutes, TWICE, in 2 days, let alone run for 20 minutes in 4 days?! Plus, my first 5k is less than a fortnight away! So after I got home I spoke to my running buddy, my Auntie, who is running the 5k with me, to tell her of my worries and woes.
She reminded me that even the best runners have off days. Even she, who runs a 5k 3 times a week already, has off days where she really struggles to run. She went on to say that I’ll do great in the race and if we have to walk, so what?! We’re in this together.
Her words were encouraging and just what I needed to hear. She was right and I knew that. I recently read a blog entry about training for a race. The writer talks about the new Miley Cyrus song, “The Climb,” and about training says, “I love the training more than the actual race…the process of life more than the "perfect" moments at the end.” Her point is that “no matter how many mountains we manage to summit (or move), there is always another. And the process is what we have to enjoy: the riding, the running—even on an aching foot in the rain.” She loves that the MC song encapsulates this very idea. And yet, as I listen to the song, what I hear most is MC's line that says:
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
So keep the faith, it’s what is keeping me going. I prayed this morning that I would be able to complete the 8-minute runs. Was it hard? YES. Was it hot out? YES. Did I do it? YES YES YES! Keep the faith, it’s all about the climb.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Old Faithful
When I was younger, there was this woman who either walked or jogged along our street everyday. Since my parents continued to see her day after day, they began calling her “Old Faithful.” We’d drive by and they’d say, “theeeere’s Old Faithful!” Eventually she must have picked a different route, so we stopped seeing her.
Today I officially became this little city’s version of Old Faithful. There was I was, chugging along on a running interval for week 5 of Couch to 5K and I was passing moms and kids heading to the local elementary school. I headed up one of the hills and as I reached the top, I saw the crossing guard (CG) watching me and saw her say something. So I pulled out my iPod earbud and said a breathless, “What?!”
She proceeded to tell me that I looked fantastic and remarked that I’m going to lose a ton of weight. I laughed and said that I hoped so, having already lost about 8 lbs. She then asked if it was just from the running, which it isn’t of course, so I told her I’m working on eating healthy and nutritious too. CG then asked what a typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner was for me, she said, “a lot of salads, huh?” Answering this question was actually difficult. What do I eat that I could tell her to make it sound possible? Her question reminded me of celebrity weight loss articles that share in little boxes what that celebrity eats. It always seems so blah and like oh sure, she can do it, she’s a celebrity! Of course when I mentioned that it wasn’t always salads and that I try to be creative, turning my favorite meals into a healthier option, she kind of nodded and started talking about Weight Watchers POINTS. I told her I wasn’t doing a diet, that I had joined FirstPlace4Health at my church and it was about balancing my life – spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically. She seemed very interested. Then 2 children came along who needed help crossing the street, so that ended our conversation. As I was gearing up to head off again, she shouted that she would see me again and was excited about watching me progress.
Becoming the new Old Faithful? It feels awesome.
Today I officially became this little city’s version of Old Faithful. There was I was, chugging along on a running interval for week 5 of Couch to 5K and I was passing moms and kids heading to the local elementary school. I headed up one of the hills and as I reached the top, I saw the crossing guard (CG) watching me and saw her say something. So I pulled out my iPod earbud and said a breathless, “What?!”
She proceeded to tell me that I looked fantastic and remarked that I’m going to lose a ton of weight. I laughed and said that I hoped so, having already lost about 8 lbs. She then asked if it was just from the running, which it isn’t of course, so I told her I’m working on eating healthy and nutritious too. CG then asked what a typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner was for me, she said, “a lot of salads, huh?” Answering this question was actually difficult. What do I eat that I could tell her to make it sound possible? Her question reminded me of celebrity weight loss articles that share in little boxes what that celebrity eats. It always seems so blah and like oh sure, she can do it, she’s a celebrity! Of course when I mentioned that it wasn’t always salads and that I try to be creative, turning my favorite meals into a healthier option, she kind of nodded and started talking about Weight Watchers POINTS. I told her I wasn’t doing a diet, that I had joined FirstPlace4Health at my church and it was about balancing my life – spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically. She seemed very interested. Then 2 children came along who needed help crossing the street, so that ended our conversation. As I was gearing up to head off again, she shouted that she would see me again and was excited about watching me progress.
Becoming the new Old Faithful? It feels awesome.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Obsessed
WELL!
It's been absolute ages since my last post -- almost 2 months! But there's a reason, or an excuse rather. I've been obsessed with myself! And in a good way! I have some new loves in my life which I had been ignoring before. As a result, I’ve been focusing on these things and just ignoring my blog. So I apologize and I’ll try to be better about writing.
Here are my loves (aka my obsessions):
- Couch to 5K – I’ve been following this podcast to get myself into running shape, enough to run a 5k in 9 weeks. I’m on week 4 and moving steadily along! My first 5k is this coming Saturday (which I’m choosing to walk), but then on June 17th, I’ll actually be running that one! And it feels great. I’m starting to feel like the runner I was before.
- Food/Dieting blogs – Since deciding to get healthy, I am on the constant search to read about other people’s weigh loss struggles and also to read their recipes and tips. It helps with the motivation!
- Books – I can finally read guilt-free again as the sales season comes to a close. And have I ever been reading! It’s a good escape.
- Being crafty – In addition to reading, I’m getting in touch with my crafty side. Just finished an embroidery project, working on sewing next. I love it!
I think that may be it! The list seems short, but it definitely is taking up a bit of time. I’m a happier girl for sure!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Just forget the world...
The band Snow Patrol sings a line in one of their songs that I just love: “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world.”
As far back as I can remember, if I was unhappy or upset or mad, it has always helped to just lie down. When I was younger, my grandmother, Narnny, would always say, “let’s go upstairs and lie down for just a few minutes.” I would protest and claim that I was already too old for naps, but she would promise that it would only be for a few minutes. Yet, somehow she knew that a nap or simply to lay there was just what I needed. And sleep I would. Later after waking up, I would ask how long she had lain there with me. She would smile and reply that it was just a few minutes and then I had fallen asleep.
On Sunday, my brother told me that he is joining the army to complete EMT training through one of their programs. I know that a lot of men and women join the army, but this just hit me hard – it’s my brother. I just couldn’t stomach the news and didn’t sleep very well that night, since my mind was racing with all those horrible what-ifs.
Monday dawned bright and early for me, but as I told my mother, I was just stupid. I tried to go to campus, but returned home shortly feeling deflated and not quite sure what to do with myself. I called my mom and she suggested I lay down for a few minutes. She told me that she had done that herself on Saturday night (after she had heard the news) and that solace of laying there had somehow made it seemingly better for the moment.
I lay down on my bed and soon after drifted off to sleep. Hours later I woke up and although my head and heart kept thinking about Seth, somehow my perspective changed during that nap. I’ve come to terms with his decision and know that everything happens according to God’s plan. I need to trust in him and know that he is in control.
For some reason, it helps to simply lie down for a few minutes or more. Whether I’m lying there awake, silently crying, or fast asleep in a matter of minutes, there is something soothing about lying there, just to forget about the world.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Just a phone call away
One of my closest friends is a gal that first arrived on my school bus when I was in the 8th grade and she was in 7th. Although our friendship didn't quite bloom until we were in high school, I happily count her as one of the people (outside of my family) who knows and understands me the best.
Since one of my biggest faults is the fact that I don't like calling people or really returning phone calls in general, I need friends who are similar. That being said, a friend that I can call after any length of time and be able to pick up where we left off, is the ideal mate for me. Which is exactly why my friendship with B is so perfect.
B called me this afternoon to check on me and see if I was ok since she had heard from another friend of our's that I am unhappy with my job. I basically answered the phone to hear her blurting out, "OMG, it's been too long, what is going on with your job I hear you're unhappy and I need to know everything about it."
After we caught up and chatted about work and life and being grown-ups, we hung up with promises to see one another soon. Even if I didn't spend the afternoon with her or talk to her for more than a half hour, I love her even more for calling me to find out what is going on in my life, the more negative aspect. Plus, she got it. She completely understood why I'm unhappy and encouraged me to look elsewhere to find a workplace where I'll be happier. It's nice to be thought of, considered, and appreciated for who I am. I just love friends like that!
Since one of my biggest faults is the fact that I don't like calling people or really returning phone calls in general, I need friends who are similar. That being said, a friend that I can call after any length of time and be able to pick up where we left off, is the ideal mate for me. Which is exactly why my friendship with B is so perfect.
B called me this afternoon to check on me and see if I was ok since she had heard from another friend of our's that I am unhappy with my job. I basically answered the phone to hear her blurting out, "OMG, it's been too long, what is going on with your job I hear you're unhappy and I need to know everything about it."
After we caught up and chatted about work and life and being grown-ups, we hung up with promises to see one another soon. Even if I didn't spend the afternoon with her or talk to her for more than a half hour, I love her even more for calling me to find out what is going on in my life, the more negative aspect. Plus, she got it. She completely understood why I'm unhappy and encouraged me to look elsewhere to find a workplace where I'll be happier. It's nice to be thought of, considered, and appreciated for who I am. I just love friends like that!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I'll be missing you a "latte"
So I’ve made a decision. And I need you, my readers, to hold me accountable. Here goes:
I’ve just bought my last cup of coffee.
Sigh. I’ve said it. I am sitting here in Starbucks, a place I’ve found all over the world to be one of familiarity and comfort. NO MORE. I’m doing a little experiment for my wallet and not.purchasing.coffee.from.anywhere. Well, to be more specific, I won’t be purchasing a cup of coffee from a coffee shop. Rather, I will be seen buying it at the grocery store in bulk and making it for myself at home.
I realize that sometimes it’s not just one coffee purchase a day. Sometimes it’s 2...or…well, no need for a full confession here. You get the point. Travelling around like I do will make this difficult as a medium-iced-french-vanilla-with-extra-cream-and-2-splenda makes a great companion for those hour plus drives. Luckily, sometimes I get one with my corporate card to count as a “snack/refreshment” while I’m on the road. Being the lonely rep girl, I tend to use coffee as an excuse for me to be out and about wherever I find myself. And yet, I don’t need the excuse of coffee to get out, I just need ME! And my two legs. I can make a coffee at home, use those lovely “to go” cups that I buy and then march myself out my front door and go for a walk. Plus! All of the hotels I stay at either have free coffee in the lobby or coffeemakers in the room itself complete with to-go cups. So next time we hangout, unless you’re treating, this gal will be coffee purchase free. Sigh. It’s a little hard to say, even if I am just writing it.
Ironically, my biggest encouragement will come from the enemy itself. After all, it is Dunkin’ Donuts who says:
YOU ‘KIN DO IT!
I’ve just bought my last cup of coffee.
Sigh. I’ve said it. I am sitting here in Starbucks, a place I’ve found all over the world to be one of familiarity and comfort. NO MORE. I’m doing a little experiment for my wallet and not.purchasing.coffee.from.anywhere. Well, to be more specific, I won’t be purchasing a cup of coffee from a coffee shop. Rather, I will be seen buying it at the grocery store in bulk and making it for myself at home.
I realize that sometimes it’s not just one coffee purchase a day. Sometimes it’s 2...or…well, no need for a full confession here. You get the point. Travelling around like I do will make this difficult as a medium-iced-french-vanilla-with-extra-cream-and-2-splenda makes a great companion for those hour plus drives. Luckily, sometimes I get one with my corporate card to count as a “snack/refreshment” while I’m on the road. Being the lonely rep girl, I tend to use coffee as an excuse for me to be out and about wherever I find myself. And yet, I don’t need the excuse of coffee to get out, I just need ME! And my two legs. I can make a coffee at home, use those lovely “to go” cups that I buy and then march myself out my front door and go for a walk. Plus! All of the hotels I stay at either have free coffee in the lobby or coffeemakers in the room itself complete with to-go cups. So next time we hangout, unless you’re treating, this gal will be coffee purchase free. Sigh. It’s a little hard to say, even if I am just writing it.
Ironically, my biggest encouragement will come from the enemy itself. After all, it is Dunkin’ Donuts who says:
YOU ‘KIN DO IT!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Making new friends, with new faces, in new places
One of my favorite quotes that I’ve heard, well read -on the side of a Starbucks coffee cup – comes from Augusten Burroughs. I think I love it because it has been the theme of my very big changes in life. He said:
"I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just have to say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word."
Because really? How does anyone meet anyone? I struggled with this when I moved to London and again when I moved to the Country. There MUST be someone out there who is just like me, laughs at my jokes, and who I love to spend time with. I suppose you could join a church like I have, write a note like Neighbor did and then meet friends of your new friends. Which I suppose is exactly what I’m trying to do.
On Friday night I had dinner with Neighbor and Friend, plus Friend’s GF (note previous post about Neighbor – I mention Friend there). Neighbor told me afterwards that he doesn’t know the two we dined with very well, but we still laughed and had fun. Friend’s sister came over and chatted with Friend, GF, and me. She then ended up chatting with just me and GF for a while, then she went back to her table of friends. Then yesterday when I was in line at Starbucks, in walks Friend’s sister. On my way out, I said hello to her. She remembered me (which was nice!) and we chatted for a few. Turns out she doesn’t even know Neighbor, but at least now she knows me! I don’t think we’ll become bffs, but that’s not the point really. I could at least say hello to someone in the market square that I knew and that is really exciting.
When I first moved to the Country, I spoke to a friend of mine from the City, who had moved to a midwestern city. He was from the midwest, but hadn’t lived there since before college. He asked me if I had made any friends yet. Of course I hadn’t, which I admitted. When I asked him (mind you, he had moved a year prior to this conversation) if he had, he said that he hadn’t really. And then we talked about how one makes friends, or rather, not making friends. Even Neighbor talked about how hard it is to make friends in this lovely country town that I moved to. And he's lived here for just about 6 years. I suppose pretty soon I'll have too many friends and then I'll be complaining about not having any time to myself.
I’m getting there, with each person that I see, recognize, and who recognizes me in the market square. And just think, perhaps the next person that I meet in the market square who knows me...just might be my Beloved. Saying hi is definitely worth that possibility.
"I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just have to say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word."
Because really? How does anyone meet anyone? I struggled with this when I moved to London and again when I moved to the Country. There MUST be someone out there who is just like me, laughs at my jokes, and who I love to spend time with. I suppose you could join a church like I have, write a note like Neighbor did and then meet friends of your new friends. Which I suppose is exactly what I’m trying to do.
On Friday night I had dinner with Neighbor and Friend, plus Friend’s GF (note previous post about Neighbor – I mention Friend there). Neighbor told me afterwards that he doesn’t know the two we dined with very well, but we still laughed and had fun. Friend’s sister came over and chatted with Friend, GF, and me. She then ended up chatting with just me and GF for a while, then she went back to her table of friends. Then yesterday when I was in line at Starbucks, in walks Friend’s sister. On my way out, I said hello to her. She remembered me (which was nice!) and we chatted for a few. Turns out she doesn’t even know Neighbor, but at least now she knows me! I don’t think we’ll become bffs, but that’s not the point really. I could at least say hello to someone in the market square that I knew and that is really exciting.
When I first moved to the Country, I spoke to a friend of mine from the City, who had moved to a midwestern city. He was from the midwest, but hadn’t lived there since before college. He asked me if I had made any friends yet. Of course I hadn’t, which I admitted. When I asked him (mind you, he had moved a year prior to this conversation) if he had, he said that he hadn’t really. And then we talked about how one makes friends, or rather, not making friends. Even Neighbor talked about how hard it is to make friends in this lovely country town that I moved to. And he's lived here for just about 6 years. I suppose pretty soon I'll have too many friends and then I'll be complaining about not having any time to myself.
I’m getting there, with each person that I see, recognize, and who recognizes me in the market square. And just think, perhaps the next person that I meet in the market square who knows me...just might be my Beloved. Saying hi is definitely worth that possibility.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Still life
I’ve decided that my favorite time of day in my new town is the early morning hours on a Saturday or Sunday. This past weekend, although still March, brought warm temperatures and daylight savings time. Early Saturday I headed out early and found the stillness and quiet downtown was so calming, it made me pause on the street to merely look around and enjoy the moment. Similarly, on Sunday morning I headed out early to grab coffee and bagels for my guests and as I rounded the corner at the town square, I was hit with the same feeling. It was slightly overcast, but a warm breeze moved through the air. And even though I couldn’t see a soul anywhere, there were signs that people had been around. Remnants of the previous evening revelries were strewn about and yet, the town never looked more beautiful or peaceful. I just wanted to stand there and keep everything as it is. If I had been in a movie, I would have stood there, while time-lapsed photography moved people, cars, and dogs around me at a fast pace while life went on. But in that moment, it was just me, standing there.
The morning reminded me of an Edward Hopper painting, which fittingly, is called "Sunday Morning." The whole downtown square is brick and rather old; quaint shops line the streets, along with little cafes, and can get very busy, especially when the weather gets warmer. And yet, in that moment, the street looked like this:
There have only been a few times in my life where I have been able to step back and truly observe the moment I’m currently living – to be an outsider looking in at my life. Even if Hopper’s paintings are considered lonely at times, I didn’t feel alone or lonely. Standing in the empty marketplace, remembering other marketplaces I have stood in while in various parts of the world, I just felt like I was at home. And home is a place where one belongs.
The morning reminded me of an Edward Hopper painting, which fittingly, is called "Sunday Morning." The whole downtown square is brick and rather old; quaint shops line the streets, along with little cafes, and can get very busy, especially when the weather gets warmer. And yet, in that moment, the street looked like this:
There have only been a few times in my life where I have been able to step back and truly observe the moment I’m currently living – to be an outsider looking in at my life. Even if Hopper’s paintings are considered lonely at times, I didn’t feel alone or lonely. Standing in the empty marketplace, remembering other marketplaces I have stood in while in various parts of the world, I just felt like I was at home. And home is a place where one belongs.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Snow day!
Since my last post was so long...this one will be short.
I think my favorite part of yesterday's snow storm wasn't the fact that all the colleges around me were cancelled or that I got a lot of work done or that I made this amazing shrimp pasta salad...
It was that here in the country, people wear snowpants around when it has actually been (and still is) snowing. I headed out early in the morning to shovel and get a coffee and contemplated wearing my snowpants since I have them at my apartment, but didn't. I thought I would look silly, but instead, I was the only one walking around not wearing them. And I love that about the country. Sure, people in the city had snowpants, but you never saw them. Instead, I was the oddball not wearing mine. I was sure to put them on later when I ventured out again. I'm definitely getting used to (and loving) this country lifestyle.
I think my favorite part of yesterday's snow storm wasn't the fact that all the colleges around me were cancelled or that I got a lot of work done or that I made this amazing shrimp pasta salad...
It was that here in the country, people wear snowpants around when it has actually been (and still is) snowing. I headed out early in the morning to shovel and get a coffee and contemplated wearing my snowpants since I have them at my apartment, but didn't. I thought I would look silly, but instead, I was the only one walking around not wearing them. And I love that about the country. Sure, people in the city had snowpants, but you never saw them. Instead, I was the oddball not wearing mine. I was sure to put them on later when I ventured out again. I'm definitely getting used to (and loving) this country lifestyle.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Won't you be my Neighbor?
For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been spending time with my neighbor. After I said I wanted my apartment, the landlord immediately informed me that “the gentleman in the back apartment is about your age, has a high paying job at the shipyard, and is very good looking.” Thank you landlord.
Once I saw my Neighbor from afar and thought, “he is cute.” Well after never seeing one another, I arrived home from a trip 3 weeks ago and found a note from Neighbor with my mail. It was a cute little letter, basically asking me to give him a call whenever I was going to be around so we could grab a drink or a bite to eat, to at least know what one another looks like. The letter was just so kind and I’ve been wanting to make a friend, so I called him and the rest is history.
We’ve since dined, gone out for a drink, wandered around Barnes & Nobles together, hungout with his friends, and shared many a conversation and even had little heart-to-hearts. For some reason, I’m just completely comfortable around him and he’s so laid back, I can tell it’s mutual. I can tease him, but also be dorky and open and honest with him. He just takes it all in stride. I think my favorite part about him is that I’m not attracted to him. It certainly makes for an easier time since the whole potential-relationship-thing is not a pressure. I guess for us, this guy and girl can be friends, without the sex thing getting in the way.
And so, dear reader, I thought I would share a few of the things I like most about Neighbor.
1. He also has a sensitive sniffer. Usually I’m the odd one in my various circles. The girl who can pick a random smell out of the air (that no one else can smell), and pinpoint what that particular smell to amazing accuracy, that everyone else around just laughs but can be quite astounded. I’m glad to finally meet someone with this same ability, it makes for some interesting conversation:
Neighbor: (while sniffing the air) “It smells like wok in here”
City Mouse: (also sniffs air) “I don’t smell it”
N: “Well, don’t you know what a seasoned wok smells like?”
CM: “Yes, it smells like when you turn on the oven cleaner.”
N: “No it doesn’t. You would know the smell if you’ve ever seasoned a wok.”
CM: “Well, I’ve been around one that is being seasoned and think it smells like an oven that’s being cleaned.”
N: “Fine. We’ll leave it at that then.”
And I’d like to point out that when we were leaving the restaurant, I mentioned how it smelled like kerosene, which he promptly said no, it smells like gas stove. Sigh. I do love a good smell debate.
2. He’s got ‘good people.’ Last night I went out with his friends who are on his dodgeball team. I asked him what I should wear, who was going, what the bar was like, etc etc. Neighbor answered all of my questions patiently and when I mentioned that I get nervous in those types of situations, he told me not to worry. He said, “Knowing you – you’ll just find one person that you can chat with and you’ll end up chatting the whole night.” He was right. Neighbor also mentioned that if they weren’t “good people,” he wouldn’t have invited me. But he knew I’d like them since he and I get on so well. And of course, on our walk home, he looked at me and said, “See? What did I tell you? Good people.” We smiled at each other and just kept on walking.
3. He skis. I’m always looking for a ski buddy and after speaking about our various ski trips, Neighbor decided we’re just about the same ability and that we should hit the slopes together. Then last night, one of Neighbor’s friends mentioned going skiing as well, and we all agreed it would be fun. Just what I’m looking for.
4. He’s just so…kind. I could tell from Neighbor’s letter that he is kind, but that is more apparent the more we hangout. One of his friends told me last night that he and Neighbor had gone out for a drink last week and Neighbor mentioned me. He had told Friend that he wants to help me make some friends and get out more, so he was hoping I would come out this past weekend (which I did). I loved hearing that story and was glad that I chose to go out with all of them.
Neighbor has become a good friend already – which is exactly what the doctor ordered!
Once I saw my Neighbor from afar and thought, “he is cute.” Well after never seeing one another, I arrived home from a trip 3 weeks ago and found a note from Neighbor with my mail. It was a cute little letter, basically asking me to give him a call whenever I was going to be around so we could grab a drink or a bite to eat, to at least know what one another looks like. The letter was just so kind and I’ve been wanting to make a friend, so I called him and the rest is history.
We’ve since dined, gone out for a drink, wandered around Barnes & Nobles together, hungout with his friends, and shared many a conversation and even had little heart-to-hearts. For some reason, I’m just completely comfortable around him and he’s so laid back, I can tell it’s mutual. I can tease him, but also be dorky and open and honest with him. He just takes it all in stride. I think my favorite part about him is that I’m not attracted to him. It certainly makes for an easier time since the whole potential-relationship-thing is not a pressure. I guess for us, this guy and girl can be friends, without the sex thing getting in the way.
And so, dear reader, I thought I would share a few of the things I like most about Neighbor.
1. He also has a sensitive sniffer. Usually I’m the odd one in my various circles. The girl who can pick a random smell out of the air (that no one else can smell), and pinpoint what that particular smell to amazing accuracy, that everyone else around just laughs but can be quite astounded. I’m glad to finally meet someone with this same ability, it makes for some interesting conversation:
Neighbor: (while sniffing the air) “It smells like wok in here”
City Mouse: (also sniffs air) “I don’t smell it”
N: “Well, don’t you know what a seasoned wok smells like?”
CM: “Yes, it smells like when you turn on the oven cleaner.”
N: “No it doesn’t. You would know the smell if you’ve ever seasoned a wok.”
CM: “Well, I’ve been around one that is being seasoned and think it smells like an oven that’s being cleaned.”
N: “Fine. We’ll leave it at that then.”
And I’d like to point out that when we were leaving the restaurant, I mentioned how it smelled like kerosene, which he promptly said no, it smells like gas stove. Sigh. I do love a good smell debate.
2. He’s got ‘good people.’ Last night I went out with his friends who are on his dodgeball team. I asked him what I should wear, who was going, what the bar was like, etc etc. Neighbor answered all of my questions patiently and when I mentioned that I get nervous in those types of situations, he told me not to worry. He said, “Knowing you – you’ll just find one person that you can chat with and you’ll end up chatting the whole night.” He was right. Neighbor also mentioned that if they weren’t “good people,” he wouldn’t have invited me. But he knew I’d like them since he and I get on so well. And of course, on our walk home, he looked at me and said, “See? What did I tell you? Good people.” We smiled at each other and just kept on walking.
3. He skis. I’m always looking for a ski buddy and after speaking about our various ski trips, Neighbor decided we’re just about the same ability and that we should hit the slopes together. Then last night, one of Neighbor’s friends mentioned going skiing as well, and we all agreed it would be fun. Just what I’m looking for.
4. He’s just so…kind. I could tell from Neighbor’s letter that he is kind, but that is more apparent the more we hangout. One of his friends told me last night that he and Neighbor had gone out for a drink last week and Neighbor mentioned me. He had told Friend that he wants to help me make some friends and get out more, so he was hoping I would come out this past weekend (which I did). I loved hearing that story and was glad that I chose to go out with all of them.
Neighbor has become a good friend already – which is exactly what the doctor ordered!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
2-minute BFFs
Since I’m on the road just about every other week for my job, I’m very familiar with what I’ll call the “2-minute BFF.” This person is the one you meet in the grocery store, who is trying to also reach for the same random item, but is equally short and can’t seem to grab it either. Or the girl also trying on shoes in Marshall’s, who is also walking around in a pair of heels to try them out before buying. And also that smiling waitress/cashier/barista/whoever that you come in contact with throughout the day. You chat with them a little, probably share a laugh or two, and then go on your merry way, smiling happily after hanging out with the 2-minute BFF.
I recognize these people easily, as I am frequently one of them. As an extrovert, I tend to keep an eye out for people that I can have these exchanges with. I used to marvel at my grandmother as she made a friend everywhere she went. In my own way, I do the same thing – especially when I’m travelling. Although I love it, there is something lonely about being in a strange place. I use my GPS to head all over the place after I leave campus and find myself in little random towns. And when I come across the people that I interact with, I oftentimes just want to hug them after the 2 minutes. I want to say, “I’m actually not from around here…yes, I’m travelling for work….I know, I’m ready to retire too, haha…thanks, I love my coat too….no, you’re prettier…” You get the point.
It’s nice to know that even if I have a long day on campus or spend an office day holed away in my apartment or the library – I can depend on my 2-minute bffs, who are scattered around me. I know they’re out there and our run-ins are always spontaneous. But I want to give a shout-out to them and let them know, you make my 2 minutes worth it, every time. So thank you and keep being your cheerful selves. I look forward to our next chat :)
I recognize these people easily, as I am frequently one of them. As an extrovert, I tend to keep an eye out for people that I can have these exchanges with. I used to marvel at my grandmother as she made a friend everywhere she went. In my own way, I do the same thing – especially when I’m travelling. Although I love it, there is something lonely about being in a strange place. I use my GPS to head all over the place after I leave campus and find myself in little random towns. And when I come across the people that I interact with, I oftentimes just want to hug them after the 2 minutes. I want to say, “I’m actually not from around here…yes, I’m travelling for work….I know, I’m ready to retire too, haha…thanks, I love my coat too….no, you’re prettier…” You get the point.
It’s nice to know that even if I have a long day on campus or spend an office day holed away in my apartment or the library – I can depend on my 2-minute bffs, who are scattered around me. I know they’re out there and our run-ins are always spontaneous. But I want to give a shout-out to them and let them know, you make my 2 minutes worth it, every time. So thank you and keep being your cheerful selves. I look forward to our next chat :)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Change
Change is never a good thing…
And I, right now, am a living example of that little phrase right there. 4 months ago, I uprooted myself from my job, my apartment, my life – to a new place an hour away. “Away” meaning from my family, friends, favorite hangout spots, away from everything. Knowing that I’m an extrovert, I figured it wouldn’t be long until I made new friends, found the man of my dreams, and settled in. Not quite.
Instead, I’m lonely, tend to spend each night alone in my apartment, converting recipes that serve 4 to serve 1 (just so I’m not eating the same foods every meal, for a week), etc. My job right now is less than desirable and I wonder every single minute why I was so crazy to leave everything behind…and for what exactly?
Flashback to 4 years ago – this same girl eagerly dropped everything and left it all behind to spend her spring semester (18 weeks!) to live in a “Royal Borough” of London. She knew no one, had not a clue how to get around, and even though the Brits speak English, it’s certainly not American English. After a lonely month, suddenly she had friends. She knew her way around, including in other countries, and was so happy, the thought of leaving brought tears to her eyes, rather than crying that the departure day on her ticket home was so far away.
What happened to that same girl? In my job, I crave change. I convince professors that the best thing for them (obviously if they’re not using my product) is to change. Their lives will be easier, their students will love them and the new book/media package – the benefits are endless. So what is my problem? I get to spend everyday outside, hot, cold, rainy, snowing, sunny, etc. I can appreciate all around me, especially as I drive through the countryside of Maine, Vermont, and New Hampshire. However, most days I spend crying. I know that God is sending friends my way, who will arrive at just the perfect moment. Nigel will arrive, also at the perfect moment. Even though I know these things, I have a hard time believing them.
Each day brings change and it did even when I was in my comfort zone back in the Big City. If I made it in London, 3000 miles away, I can certainly make it in this new phase of my life. And pretty soon, I’ll be able to preach the good things that come with change!
And I, right now, am a living example of that little phrase right there. 4 months ago, I uprooted myself from my job, my apartment, my life – to a new place an hour away. “Away” meaning from my family, friends, favorite hangout spots, away from everything. Knowing that I’m an extrovert, I figured it wouldn’t be long until I made new friends, found the man of my dreams, and settled in. Not quite.
Instead, I’m lonely, tend to spend each night alone in my apartment, converting recipes that serve 4 to serve 1 (just so I’m not eating the same foods every meal, for a week), etc. My job right now is less than desirable and I wonder every single minute why I was so crazy to leave everything behind…and for what exactly?
Flashback to 4 years ago – this same girl eagerly dropped everything and left it all behind to spend her spring semester (18 weeks!) to live in a “Royal Borough” of London. She knew no one, had not a clue how to get around, and even though the Brits speak English, it’s certainly not American English. After a lonely month, suddenly she had friends. She knew her way around, including in other countries, and was so happy, the thought of leaving brought tears to her eyes, rather than crying that the departure day on her ticket home was so far away.
What happened to that same girl? In my job, I crave change. I convince professors that the best thing for them (obviously if they’re not using my product) is to change. Their lives will be easier, their students will love them and the new book/media package – the benefits are endless. So what is my problem? I get to spend everyday outside, hot, cold, rainy, snowing, sunny, etc. I can appreciate all around me, especially as I drive through the countryside of Maine, Vermont, and New Hampshire. However, most days I spend crying. I know that God is sending friends my way, who will arrive at just the perfect moment. Nigel will arrive, also at the perfect moment. Even though I know these things, I have a hard time believing them.
Each day brings change and it did even when I was in my comfort zone back in the Big City. If I made it in London, 3000 miles away, I can certainly make it in this new phase of my life. And pretty soon, I’ll be able to preach the good things that come with change!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Searching for my own inner Julia
It all began with a friend telling me that she was listening to My Life in France, which is Julia Child's account of, well, her life in France. Basically she tells the story of meeting her husband Paul, how they ended up moving to France, how she began taking cooking lessons at Le Cordon Bleu, and then how she ended up creating and working on the famous Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I began to read it as well and quickly became hooked. Julia is a great narrator, with calling her cooking lessons "cookery teachery" and the whole cookbook project "cookery bookery," she has this ability to be so cute (despite the fact that she's like 9 feet tall).
At work in the city, everyone was nosy about what other people were reading. So of course, a friend noticed I was reading Julia Child's book and mentioned a book she had just finished reading called Julie and Julia. This book is about a 29-year-old woman, who is having a personal crisis approaching her 30th birthday. Half inspired by Child's famous cookbook and her husband's suggestions, Julie Powell devotes the next 365 days to cooking all of the recipes in MTAOFC, capturing all of her triumphs and frustrations in a blog. Within this year, she somehow finds herself, finds sanity, and accomplishes her goal, while also being on TV, in the NY Times, and landing a book deal and after, a movie deal starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. I picked up the book, only got about halfway through, and had to return it to the library. I recently just got it out from the library again and devoured it whole.
Yesterday, while perusing the "Buy 1, get 1 1/2 off" books at Border's, I noticed a book called The Sharper the Knife, the Less You Cry. Of course, it is a woman's account of how after losing her job in Corporate America, she cashes in her savings, moves to Paris to attend Le Cordon Bleu, and not only finds herself, she finds love.
OK.
I don't believe in signs. I believe in God and his plan for me. HOWEVER...I'm single, hating my job, and love to cook. Translation? Keep reading these books! I've been to Paris twice already, have no interest in learning French and meeting some French guy and having to stay over there? Aucun merci (French for 'no thanks'). I'm still counting on meeting my darling, fully British Nigel (who loves the States and whose parents still live in the UK) -- and Frenchy would just get in the way. I can live vicariously through others and cook here. Done and done.
And P.S. Does anyone know of any other books like these? Clearly I'm going through a phase...
At work in the city, everyone was nosy about what other people were reading. So of course, a friend noticed I was reading Julia Child's book and mentioned a book she had just finished reading called Julie and Julia. This book is about a 29-year-old woman, who is having a personal crisis approaching her 30th birthday. Half inspired by Child's famous cookbook and her husband's suggestions, Julie Powell devotes the next 365 days to cooking all of the recipes in MTAOFC, capturing all of her triumphs and frustrations in a blog. Within this year, she somehow finds herself, finds sanity, and accomplishes her goal, while also being on TV, in the NY Times, and landing a book deal and after, a movie deal starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. I picked up the book, only got about halfway through, and had to return it to the library. I recently just got it out from the library again and devoured it whole.
Yesterday, while perusing the "Buy 1, get 1 1/2 off" books at Border's, I noticed a book called The Sharper the Knife, the Less You Cry. Of course, it is a woman's account of how after losing her job in Corporate America, she cashes in her savings, moves to Paris to attend Le Cordon Bleu, and not only finds herself, she finds love.
OK.
I don't believe in signs. I believe in God and his plan for me. HOWEVER...I'm single, hating my job, and love to cook. Translation? Keep reading these books! I've been to Paris twice already, have no interest in learning French and meeting some French guy and having to stay over there? Aucun merci (French for 'no thanks'). I'm still counting on meeting my darling, fully British Nigel (who loves the States and whose parents still live in the UK) -- and Frenchy would just get in the way. I can live vicariously through others and cook here. Done and done.
And P.S. Does anyone know of any other books like these? Clearly I'm going through a phase...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
"I'm guessing you commute a lot"
I'm a sales rep. That's my job. I'm the image of the 1950s man with a suit and a briefcase who moves from door to door, knocking and hoping that he'll be invited in to display his fabulous products. Except I am not a man and this is not 1950. With the sales rep territory (ha! get it? I said "territory" -- a little rep humor...sorry.), comes loneliness. Since moving to the countryside 4 months ago, I have yet to make a friend. ME! The queen of extroverts, who used to walk up to people and say, "Hi, I'm Miss Extrovert, want to be friends?" And they always said yes. Until now, when I'm suddenly shy.
One thing that is nice about the country? The librarians. They're my friends.
My oasis the day I moved into town was the brand new, fully stocked, public library. The librarians are sweet and helpful (the polar opposite of those in the city) and they recognize me. They even chat a little with me. For example, tonight I was checking out 389403 audio books for my trip this week, plus a music cd and 3 books. The librarian looked at me with a smile and said, "I'm guessing you commute a lot." I smiled back and said, "how'd you guess?" But then I wanted to shout, "YES! I AM CONSTANTLY COMMUTING AND HAVE YET TO MAKE A FRIEND! BE MY FRIEND!" And then when he would be startled after my outburst, I'd apologize by saying that I know he's married and 55 and it probably wouldn't work out between us. Then I'd have to awkwardly shuffle/run away and not return. So instead, our conversation ended there. Yet, it's just being around all of those people who also love reading and use it to escape from their own lives, that makes me feel like I'm at home. I wouldn't trade any city library for my country one.
One thing that is nice about the country? The librarians. They're my friends.
My oasis the day I moved into town was the brand new, fully stocked, public library. The librarians are sweet and helpful (the polar opposite of those in the city) and they recognize me. They even chat a little with me. For example, tonight I was checking out 389403 audio books for my trip this week, plus a music cd and 3 books. The librarian looked at me with a smile and said, "I'm guessing you commute a lot." I smiled back and said, "how'd you guess?" But then I wanted to shout, "YES! I AM CONSTANTLY COMMUTING AND HAVE YET TO MAKE A FRIEND! BE MY FRIEND!" And then when he would be startled after my outburst, I'd apologize by saying that I know he's married and 55 and it probably wouldn't work out between us. Then I'd have to awkwardly shuffle/run away and not return. So instead, our conversation ended there. Yet, it's just being around all of those people who also love reading and use it to escape from their own lives, that makes me feel like I'm at home. I wouldn't trade any city library for my country one.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
We're off on an adventure!
If you looked at me from afar -- I think I would resemble a Country Mouse.
I've traded in my heeled boots for Clark's brand sneakers. I've lost my sophisticated H&M coat to the more practical 'puffy vest' or a more rugged North Face shell. No more need for a shoulder bag, the messenger bag slung over my shoulder holds my stuff while supporting my neck and shoulders. And finally, I've traded in my city driver's license and little city car for the big 4wd SUV, complete with LL Bean boot magnet (just so I can find my car among its numerous twins out there). I've even gotten beeped at twice this past week alone for not slamming the gas pedal to the floor the second the traffic light turned green. Sheesh!
Most days I do feel more comfy in my low-key outfits, jetting off on foot to grab coffee from the local java spot (heaven forbid I actually go to the Starbucks). But then there are the days when I wish looking more glam was part of the initiation to this more countrified state. I suppose when my bethrothed and I are wandering around in matching ski parkas, it will look cute. And eventually I'll be more adept at mixing and matching my city mouse and country mouse outfits. But for now, I secretly love and appreciate that I can dress like I'm ready for some big adventure -- hiking, skiing, or apparently just going to the grocery store.
I've traded in my heeled boots for Clark's brand sneakers. I've lost my sophisticated H&M coat to the more practical 'puffy vest' or a more rugged North Face shell. No more need for a shoulder bag, the messenger bag slung over my shoulder holds my stuff while supporting my neck and shoulders. And finally, I've traded in my city driver's license and little city car for the big 4wd SUV, complete with LL Bean boot magnet (just so I can find my car among its numerous twins out there). I've even gotten beeped at twice this past week alone for not slamming the gas pedal to the floor the second the traffic light turned green. Sheesh!
Most days I do feel more comfy in my low-key outfits, jetting off on foot to grab coffee from the local java spot (heaven forbid I actually go to the Starbucks). But then there are the days when I wish looking more glam was part of the initiation to this more countrified state. I suppose when my bethrothed and I are wandering around in matching ski parkas, it will look cute. And eventually I'll be more adept at mixing and matching my city mouse and country mouse outfits. But for now, I secretly love and appreciate that I can dress like I'm ready for some big adventure -- hiking, skiing, or apparently just going to the grocery store.
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