To Do

eat breakfast. check.
rake leaves. check.
sweat everyday. check.
keep business growing. check.
get into graduate school. check.

thank you to my dear friends for all your support. I love you.

clotted cream

I skyped my parents on Easter. they are visiting friends in England, and finally completely relaxed. My father who I swear has a true love for butter fat and all the accompaniments, walks over to the screen with a jar of clotted cream and a beer in hand. Tells me why the British are one step ahead...spreadable clotted cream! then proceeds to tip the jar upside down and say, "see!" his face was lit up as a 9 year old's would be upon hearing the opening dates for the new Harry Potter film... great Dad, I'm so proud of you.

it's 5 o'clock in the morning.

cuuuuuucccuuuachooo. That was my morning wake-up call. someone has a new rooster.

the sun is out and it really does make a difference on how I view my day. today is a day for a bloody mary and a spot in the sunshine. Today is a day for a walk on the rocks and ankle deep tide pools. today is a day for raking last years leaves and bringing fresh dirt to the surface. today is a day for living. for breathing. for making. for doing.

wait a little longer

I'm tired. I've whined on the phone to my best friend. I'm drinking wine by myself. I called the school because I'm too impatient with California time, and now I must wait. just wait. wait a little longer.

no longer hungry since I stressed ate the cookie for lunch. Two Thai yoga sessions and a deep tissue massage+ a sad walk in the rain= tired and crankiness. Is seven too late to crawl into bed?

coffee grinds

I woke up this morning to a pool of coffee on the counter. I have have to say I was really proud of myelf for setting the grind and brew timer to wake up with me at 5:30. drip drip. drip drip. Stella licked the floor, and I too wished I could get on all fours and sop up the luck-warm caffine injection. I sighed and started all over again. filter, beans, lids, machines. This time I made sure to put the actual pot in the maker.... brrrrrrrrrurrrrrr. yum.

Lets talk for a second about how crazy my dog Stella is. First off, as I said above, she will eat just about anything. coffee included. she sings, granted off key, but she sings. Am I a little obsessed? yes. will I bring her where ever I go next? yes.
True love.

deep breaths

Sunday+a huge rainstorm followed by the sun peeking out beneath the clouds+three hungry labs+a spontaneous walk= pure bliss

additionally, with Sunday comes something roasting in the oven, the New York Times unfolded all over my kitchen table and a pot of coffee gulped down like it is my last. my favorite day.

rainbow lining.

Southern Comfort

I am sitting on the back deck, looking out onto a giant white sand box. if I perk my head up a little above the sand dune, I can see the aqua water, smell the clean salt, and feel the warm breeze taking over my chilled limbs. I went for a beach run this morning at 7 am. Each person i passed said good morning! I love the southern hospitality mentality. it really resonates with me. In a way, it is like being on a Maine Island or Nova Scotia. Everyone is nice in Nova Scotia. I swear, people actually stop you in the street to wave you down in your car. SERIOUSLY. I understand the nice-factor. if you lived in a gorgeous place where the sun always shines and the temp barely waivers, I too would be springing in the sand each morning with a giant smile. Nova Scotia must be an exception, because it is cold as fuck there. All of this blah blahing aside, it is quite infectious. I'm smiling and waving to you right now. see?

Monday was a false alarm. Today is the day, today I will have another interview. Am I nervous? with out a doubt. in my fits of nerves, did i drink too much coffee? you bet ya. Great. just great. 11 am is around the corner....then perhaps I will spend the rest of the afternoon on a beach doing Thai Yoga.

one month

I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN HOME FOR ONE MONTH. I can't quite believe it, but it is true. south East Asia seems like a faded dream. a hologram on the back of my Bazooka gum wrapper. a sneeze. one second there, then BAM, back in the grind.

I came back to Maine, because you can't be gone from this place for too long. Mountains, rivers, lakes, and the OCEAN. nuff said.
I am in yet another grey period here in my 20's. waiting on graduate schools. waiting on life. waiting for something to pull me, as the tide pulls every morning and every evening, and brings me something fresh I can pick off the beach and hide in my pocket.

I will know by Monday. My top school's answer that is, Monday is the day. wish me some color. because grey makes me tired.