Late-Night Lurker
One of the things that miss about Wisconsin are the all-night diners. Charlotte is very much a banker's town so the streets tend to roll up at a early hour for coffee and conversation. No late, crazy nights out at Webb's. I passed up a chance to go out to the Fairview Grill tonight after I got done at work and now I am stir-crazy sitting about the house, putzing on the computer. Now that I have a computer handy nearly 24/7 I am a little addict, catching up on all of the blogging I haven't done in months. I love being up late at night, I wish I knew more people who liked to be up late as well. I miss the nights of sitting around at Kelly's (Anexia101) apartment, drink iced Chai, watching Aqua Team Hunger Force and talking about the great everything. I'm looking forward to keeping everybody up waaayyyy past their bed time when I come to visit in a few short weeks, mwahahaha!
I've been thinking a lot about last summer/early fall when so much wierdness and drama seemed so entangled in my daily routine. The stupid Hideousnorth crap, my serious consideration on moving to the Falkland Islands or Vancouver, and my break-up and eventual reuniting with Jamie with a pot-head arborist in between. I have to admit, it hasn't been easy but I've reached a point of understanding with myself- I know what my triggers are now when a new type of life or a reinvention seems like a great idea- I know now that when things get tough that chopping off my hair and moving to the Falklands to herd penguins isn't going to solve my woes; I'll just still be the same confused and uncertain girl just with an ugly-ass haircut and smelling of penguin poo. Now I can proudly say that, even though life has its scary moments (i.e. moving cross-country) I've reached a point in which I can accept the uncertainties and match the fears with points of comfort. I may have moved 15 hours away from all I know and love but I moved with the person I trust most, barring my immediate family.
I wrote, I think it was a little more than a year ago, that I would like to aquire grace. I think I have, to a certain extent. I still have along way to go but I feel a lot more peaceful than I did back then.
I've been thinking a lot about last summer/early fall when so much wierdness and drama seemed so entangled in my daily routine. The stupid Hideousnorth crap, my serious consideration on moving to the Falkland Islands or Vancouver, and my break-up and eventual reuniting with Jamie with a pot-head arborist in between. I have to admit, it hasn't been easy but I've reached a point of understanding with myself- I know what my triggers are now when a new type of life or a reinvention seems like a great idea- I know now that when things get tough that chopping off my hair and moving to the Falklands to herd penguins isn't going to solve my woes; I'll just still be the same confused and uncertain girl just with an ugly-ass haircut and smelling of penguin poo. Now I can proudly say that, even though life has its scary moments (i.e. moving cross-country) I've reached a point in which I can accept the uncertainties and match the fears with points of comfort. I may have moved 15 hours away from all I know and love but I moved with the person I trust most, barring my immediate family.
I wrote, I think it was a little more than a year ago, that I would like to aquire grace. I think I have, to a certain extent. I still have along way to go but I feel a lot more peaceful than I did back then.