Monday, January 30, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
The man on the radio told me yesterday that a fancy
scientist did some analysis and discovered that the most depressing day of the year was yesterday. It’s called Blue Monday. There is even an existing
formula to back it up, if you believe in formulas.
According to a press release by a mental health charity, the formula is:
- My tights feel like sausage casing around my belly. I might be losing feeling in the lower half of my body, or else I am about to be squeezed in half.
- I just referred to this as a “three cup of coffee kind of day”. This is because I am having coffee after two P.M.. I am afraid it’s going to keep me up all night.
- I put on the adorable cocktail dress this morning (thought being: wear the dress to work, be ready to go as soon as I am done.) and upon realizing it’s a wee bit short in the rump area I deemed it “not work appropriate”. Twenty one year old me is so ashamed.
- That third cup of coffee is needed because I went to be after eleven last night. ELEVEN, people. THAT IS SO LATE.
Monday, January 23, 2012
As it turns out, all of my various insecurities were for
naught. Our first Internations get together was delightful and I came home with
a list of half a dozen emails for people that will potentially be AWSEOME
FRIENDS. We hope.
After feeling a tad alienated and little bit desperate about meeting new people in Philadelphia, we were literally greeted with a smile (and metaphoric open arms) by women and men who, together, accounted for most of Central Europe and India. We talked about language, the homesickness one feels as an expat and Philadelphia in general. We had a couple of drinks. We mingled and laughed and called it quits in time to be home and in bed by ten. Oh yes, it was a terrific evening indeed.
All this potential friend making is excellent because I discovered this weekend that, on my camera, there are more pictures of my cat than anything else. It seems we have become those people whose pet is their child. This is only a small exaggeration of the truth, unfortunately.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I can’t be certain but I do think that this is the maximum amount of emotion felt toward New Jersey by anyone who isn’t from there.
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry
And you want to die"
I mean, I actually like that song and I guess he is being ironic but that doesn’t make it less depressing. I’m just sayin’.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
On January 12, 2012, we ordered production of your new card. Please allow 30 days for your card to be mailed to you.”
For that night, though, we were happy to just be together watching T.V..
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
A: Age you went on your first international trip: My first international flight was taken when I moved to France. One would think I would have at least visited France before moving there, but that’s just not how I do things. I like to be really backward and surprise people and lead them to believe I am insane. In fact, I had never even been out of the United States of America before the day I got on a plane to Paris.
C: Cuisine (favorite): I’m not entirely lying when I say French. I love me some fine French food – foie gras, a good baguette, ohmyfuckinggod the cheese, duck confit, and did I mention the wine? But I will admit I didn’t ever get too exotic in the food department during my travels. I ate minimally in Spain and Germany, well… Bavarian food is what you imagine it’s like. All I am saying is I never made it to Italy.
E: Event you experienced abroad that made you say “wow”: I had a lot of wow experiences, likely due to my open, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants nature. I said “wow” walking around Paris at three a.m. one nuit blanche with three random british men trying to find a taxi. I said “wow” when I found myself half naked in the bathroom of Palais de Tokyo. I said “wow” when ended up hitch hiking in Spain. I said “wow” every single time the Eiffel Tower sparkled. I often found myself thinking “Wow, this really ismy life.” And laughing my head off about it.
H: Hottest place you’ve traveled to: Spain in July. I remember, after having particularly pleasant weather for my whole 40km hike, arriving in Barcelona and immediately starting to sweat like a pig. I don’t know what the temperature was, I just knew I wanted to be NAKED. I couldn’t get to my air conditioned hotel fast enough.
I: Incredible service you’ve experienced and where: Nothing that was memorable enough for me to add it here. I have yet to go anywhere that I have been “served”, so to speak (outside of restaurants, I suppose).
J: Journey that took the longest: Getting to Munich. I missed my flight and so I ended up taking an overnight train to get there. I was stuck in a very small room with four other people, it was hot, there was snoring and I had gas. It was a long, long night.
K: Keepsake from your travels: Spoons. I have a collection of stolen spoons (still in France) from several of the restaurants in Paris. I wish they were with me now.
L: Let-down sight, why and where: The Mona Lisa. Anyone who has seen it in person can tell you why.
N: Nicest hotel you’ve stayed in: Money restrictions have always put me up in simpler hotels, staying with friends or in hostels, but in Barcelona I stayed at the Catalonia, Avinyo as a treat for actually making the trek to Casterojeriz by foot. I spent an entire day on their rooftop pool.
O: Obsession—what are you obsessed with taking pictures of while traveling?: I’m a building photographer. The architecture I grew up with was so wildly uninspiring that I find just about anything remotely aging impossibly charming. I’m a sucker for old falling down things.
P: Passport stamps, how many and from where?: Just one, from France. I took trains into Spain and Germany and France repeated jipped me in the stamp department.
Q: Quirkiest attraction you’ve visited and where: It was stateside. Definitely Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo.
R: Recommended sight, event or experience: The coast of Normandy. Oh god some of the most lovely days ever spent there. The geography of those cliffs is varying and lovely. The cold wind whipping on your face makes you feel alive.
S: Splurge; something you have no problem forking over money for while traveling: FOOD. I love to try the local delicacies and snacks.
T: Touristy thing you’ve done: Gone to the top of Rockefeller Center to see the sights. I would do it again, too.
U: Unforgettable travel memory: Hiking in Spain. I have rarely felt so happy to be alive as I did on that trip. The little towns that smatter the map between Barcelona and the Western coast are like little time warps. The intense pride I had in myself in the final mile approaching Castrojeriz (my destination) was immeasurable.
V: Visas, how many and for where?: Two, both for France. One student and one working visa.
X: eXcellent view and from where?: Etretat, from the top. I couldn’t capture that kind of green if I tried. Y: Years spent traveling?Since High School. I set out with my best friend to Las Vegas in my mom’s minivan one weekend and the mere act of being somewhere new was enough to get me start moving around and I haven’t stopped since. Husband and I have a million hypothetical trips planned so I don’t think I ever will.
Z: Zealous sports fans and where?: Oh probably Spain with their futbol but I wasn’t paying any attention to that.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
At therapy tonight I dumped. I took everything that had been building up on my brain like a residue and I let it out. It felt good to empty myself in that way. When we were done my therapist told me that she was proud of me for all the little things that I've been doing to get myself back to a truly solid emotional place.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012