In which I tell you about my life
Not that I haven't been particularly attuned to other social media platforms lately, it just seems that this journal has taken a backseat for some time now. I have experienced a lot of change, relocation, and growth in the two years since I last took time for livejournal, and, while I seemed to build many bonds and friendships with a smorgasbord of lovely individuals, it seems that even those are slipping like fine gossamer threads. I'll stick around, though.
My life has been a veritable whirlwind. I don't really know what home is, only what is familiar and comfortable. For the past two months I have been a caretaker for a boy, Charles, who is burdened by Phalen McDermid syndrome, a form of autism (if you google this condition, his photograph pops up in the image results) as well as severe generalized epilepsy. It has been a test in patience, in understanding and seeing things from entirely new perspectives, as well as a test of love. He is a lovely boy and I wish him all of the best of luck and care in his life to come. When I told his mother tonight that I had made the decision to move it really sucked the air out of me.
I'll be heading to Seattle sometime in August; if Charles is well enough to attend the family trip to Alaska, I will aim for the fourteenth. If not, I promised to stay on until the nineteenth. It has been tough finding somewhere to live and I'm really nervous about not having a job. This has been, by far, the most unsure decision I have ever made. My life revolves around ensuring that I'm on steady ground. I don't like uncertainty, of not knowing if I'll have a home or a paycheck. I'm putting my faith and my resourcefulness to the test here. I do have relatives in town but they are certainly not the security net I have cast in other places. Time for me to grow up.
My plan is to drive through California in an effort to visit friends in my hometown and I will be taking the 5 (I-5, the highway) straight up, so if any of you reside near that main vein in California, Oregon, or Washington, let me know and I'll see what I can do to say hello. kennapea is on that list.
I'm sure it is obvious, but I don't have a functional camera anymore. I mostly use my iPhone, and borrow my mom's point and shoot when I can. In the order of things that demand my money, a new camera is my lowest priority. Nonetheless,
I recently went to a family reunion in Montana; yes, I know all of those people and, yes, that's just my mom's side of the family.
It's gorgeous there. Utterly and completely. My aunt sees this each morning when she gets her mail.
In May I went to New Orleans with my mom, which I paid for (up until the point that she decided that meals were on her) as a Mother's Day and birthday gift.
We couldn't find anybody to take photos of us, so many of them were taken by me. She tired of that pretty quickly.
On the drive home we visited a plantation, which was gorgeous and extravagant and unbelievable.
I didn't take many photos of the grounds simply because I couldn't capture its essence or beauty very well.
Rudy looks like this now. He still lives in Montana.
In March we all met in Mammoth (Mammoth Lakes, California) to visit my brother, Kenny. He's lived there for, what, four or five years now?
I froze. A lot.
And that concludes my biannual in-depth update.
My life has been a veritable whirlwind. I don't really know what home is, only what is familiar and comfortable. For the past two months I have been a caretaker for a boy, Charles, who is burdened by Phalen McDermid syndrome, a form of autism (if you google this condition, his photograph pops up in the image results) as well as severe generalized epilepsy. It has been a test in patience, in understanding and seeing things from entirely new perspectives, as well as a test of love. He is a lovely boy and I wish him all of the best of luck and care in his life to come. When I told his mother tonight that I had made the decision to move it really sucked the air out of me.
I'll be heading to Seattle sometime in August; if Charles is well enough to attend the family trip to Alaska, I will aim for the fourteenth. If not, I promised to stay on until the nineteenth. It has been tough finding somewhere to live and I'm really nervous about not having a job. This has been, by far, the most unsure decision I have ever made. My life revolves around ensuring that I'm on steady ground. I don't like uncertainty, of not knowing if I'll have a home or a paycheck. I'm putting my faith and my resourcefulness to the test here. I do have relatives in town but they are certainly not the security net I have cast in other places. Time for me to grow up.
My plan is to drive through California in an effort to visit friends in my hometown and I will be taking the 5 (I-5, the highway) straight up, so if any of you reside near that main vein in California, Oregon, or Washington, let me know and I'll see what I can do to say hello. kennapea is on that list.
I'm sure it is obvious, but I don't have a functional camera anymore. I mostly use my iPhone, and borrow my mom's point and shoot when I can. In the order of things that demand my money, a new camera is my lowest priority. Nonetheless,
I recently went to a family reunion in Montana; yes, I know all of those people and, yes, that's just my mom's side of the family.
It's gorgeous there. Utterly and completely. My aunt sees this each morning when she gets her mail.
In May I went to New Orleans with my mom, which I paid for (up until the point that she decided that meals were on her) as a Mother's Day and birthday gift.
We couldn't find anybody to take photos of us, so many of them were taken by me. She tired of that pretty quickly.
On the drive home we visited a plantation, which was gorgeous and extravagant and unbelievable.
I didn't take many photos of the grounds simply because I couldn't capture its essence or beauty very well.
Rudy looks like this now. He still lives in Montana.
In March we all met in Mammoth (Mammoth Lakes, California) to visit my brother, Kenny. He's lived there for, what, four or five years now?
I froze. A lot.
And that concludes my biannual in-depth update.