Beautiful Chaos

2009-11-10T23:05:00.003-05:00

It's been a whirlwind of a Summer and a Fall.

I moved from Arlington to the District. I'm amazed at how often I over estimate my ability to cope with change with such ease. I hate to admit that everytime I leave something of comfort, I struggle for a bit there.

I'm meeting JJ in NY this weekend. I haven't seen the boy in two years. I will say, one fantastic thing about spending time together at this point in our lives...it's breezy and completely enjoyable. Infact, it's the first time we don't have a single thing to figure out.

Drifter

2009-09-10T01:34:00.002-04:00

My parents are the closest people to vagabonds that I personally know; I have begun to recognize their tendencies as having been passed down to me, albeit at a more modest level.

I was in Seattle and Portland about 8 weeks ago and I thought, "I could live here and be happy..." And you know what? I probably could. Last weekend, I took a trip to Miami w/ a best girlfriend and thought, "I could possibly live here and be happy." And the thing is, I probably could. In a few weeks I'll be in my childhood space, San Diego, followed by a festival in my hometown of Austin. Anyone care to gamble on whether I could return to either of those places as well?

I'm a Toys-R-Us [adult]

2009-09-10T01:08:00.006-04:00

When I was younger, I believed that much of my energetic behavior was a result of immaturity. My desire to travel, a natural urge to socialize, an unshakable attraction to night-life. These were actions I was always going to grow out of, like so many of my friends back home. Over the course of the past 2 years in the District, I have come to know myself better than to assume my desires have anything to do with my age, although in the past it made for a wonderful excuse (particularly to myself). Yet recently, every once in a while, I struggle with the justification for my bikini clad, mojito induced, bootie shaking, vigouros outbursts. And while a lot of balance exists in my life, that this is merely one facet of "me," I do wish that this behavior was more socially acceptable and independent of a view of ones cognitive growth. Ho hum.

East Coast Comforts

2009-09-01T22:23:00.004-04:00

My apartment is located in a dual-phased high-rise, 1.5 miles from Georgetown. I share this apartment with two girls who through chance and good fortune have become a daily part of my life.

Most nights, I can hear the guards from the Arlington National Cemetary playing something; I'm still not sure exactly what it is.

Most mornings, I wake up, my room swallowed in a golden hue from my amber silk curtains, listening to the planes flying in and out of Reagan National Airport. The sound used to intimidate me - loud, intense, post attack swoop of air and engine. I now find the sound comforting.

Paper Moon

2009-08-31T19:58:00.002-04:00

We're finishing off the last of the red wine and pasta feast in the heart of historic Georgetown, when I detect a familiar beat. It's Madonna from the 80's. 20 minutes later this inviting Italian restaurant turns into a St. Bart's merengue style dance club.

Me thinks I found a new home away from home.

I made you a key

2009-08-31T00:39:00.000-04:00

I used to keep a journal as a little girl. In college, I traded my pen for a keyboard and kept writing. Only 2 people have ever had access and I'm not even sure they're aware of this anymore. The thing about sharing your inner thoughts with people is that, when written down, it's almost impossible to back yourself out of whatever rhetoric lay before them and it's not even a sure bet that anyone is going to get it. For this reason, I admire journalists and hesitate to open up a blog to the public.

This long winded intro, is to say, that I thought I would share this new blog with some of you. I thought about posting this on my facebook page, but it occured to me that I have roughly 700 plus facebook friends. I mean, who are these people? On any given weekend, I'm lucky to touch base with 15-20 friends, and that includes those at a bar, cheersing goodbye to our livers. So for now, you other 650 plus will just have to wait, until I figure out just who the hell you are. For everyone else...voila.

Midnight

2009-08-30T23:51:00.000-04:00

It's 10 minutes until Midnight. Everyone in the apartment is asleep. Nighttime is peaceful, unforced and provides me with an ocean of time before the responsibilities that daylight bring, kick in. What will I do tonight...