Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Even fighting against the huge stress headache that I've got going on right now, I can say quite simply that my life is wonderful. Life is hard, and I'm in a constant struggle to find out what I'm meant to do, but deep down I'm so so happy. I'm happy to sit on my couch on a Saturday morning and listen to the wind rage outside of my little apartment. I'm happy to get ready for the day, not knowing which ways the world will turn to surprise and confuse me. I'm happy to give room in my mind to the infinite possibilities of my life.
Yesterday, I planned a trip to New York. Later, I found out that said trip might not happen, and I was forced to readjust my thinking for a new set of plans. So, I think of Salt Lake - tiny town USA - and all the wonderful things that will happen there if I'm unable to make it to the Big Apple. I cherish unmade memories even more than ones that I've experienced, and tears well in my eyes when I think of all the beautiful things that will happen in my life.
Whether it's here or there, alone or with 8 million other people, I'll create a fantastic life where everything I've dreamed will happen.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
- Watching fifth-grade boys dance to Usher's "Caught Up." Absolutely hilarious.
- Hearing a first-grader say, "I'm questioning: where did I come from? who made me?" and watching her classmates all respond, "God!" Out of the mouths of babes.
- Going to my other job--the one with smart people--and having my boss tell me that I have a post-it note stuck to my butt. It gets better. The sticky note definitely said "Have some!" on it.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Cities are my thing. I thrive amidst millions. I love the smells and the rush of air that comes from subway tunnels and skyscraper hallways. I feel alive as I hurry up and down the stairs that get me to the 'L.' Mostly, I love the way that cities – any city – can hold me in their grasp in just a few days. It doesn't take long for me to feel a part of the metropolis. I need one good map, a train ticket, and my ever-ready air of confidence to turn me from tourist to resident. Yesterday, a couple of people came up and asked me for directions. I don't know if they assumed I was a Chicagoan, or just a less-lost tourist than they, but it boosted my ego and reaffirmed that cities really are my thing.
We watched the Blue Angels perform at the Air and Water show yesterday afternoon. I trembled at the speed and daring feats of these awesome airplanes, and I relished my spot in the shade, overlooking Lake Michigan. We also walked up to Lincoln Park, even though we gave up finding the zoo in search of a more appetizing pizza adventure. Giordano's definitely didn't disappoint, and I took 3/4 of my awesome stuffed pizza home to enjoy over the next couple of days. The best part of my day was probably the 30 minutes I spent relaxing on Navy Pier, watching the sun set behind the magnificent skyline. I took lots of pictures and absorbed the moment as deeply as I possibly could. The architecture tour fascinated me; Chicago really is a city of a million different styles of incredible buildings. And while I can't say that it's my favorite city, or even that I'd really want to live here in the future, I'm so glad I had the opportunity to visit. I'm grateful for every chance I have to recognize my “things” – from Anthropologie cardigans to eclectic home décor, and most importantly cities – and understand a little more about this person named Emily.