comments?!

whoa... light much?

my couch

my new bedspread

the some peeps i met at the airport... so special.

ha... what is this new fangled thing called a comment? i just now caught up on mine. sorry peeps... i'm bad about blogging these days. hey but i'll post some pics to make everyone happier. ok ok ok... so i'm still working on the whole photograph thing. bare with me... it's a work in progress...

logos... something practical makes me feel good

hey so i'm online now and mobile and creating.
which you think is more stellar?
these are 2 logo ideas i finished tonight.
i think i'm more partial to the 1st one.
however... it might be too edgy for some.
it's a kinda sucky cut of the fork... i apologize, but i was being lazy.

quiet

i've been quiet for the most part since i've been home. ya for some that probably seems to be impossible for me, and for others of you, you probably know me as a shy little vagabond. people ask how i'm doing (i.e. high/low lady) and i guess the best answer is that i'm inbetween--not really here and not really there.

some inbetween truths i've learned:
1. life always goes on.
2. people somehow make it without me there.
3. i'm always surprised that people don't need me to carry on with their lives.
4. cooking for myself sucks.
5. considering myself to be homeless is a lot more comforting than thinking of leaving home.
6. married people get to take their homes with them.
7. if i held all of my friends to the "lets keep in touch" rule, i wouldn't have any left.
8. moving costs are always overwhelming.
9. a different place has a different taste and my staple food changes with the seasons.
10. i'd rather sit in my room than meet new people.

goodbyes and little cries

so it's that time again. it's funny to me that i was always the worst transitioner growing up. i hated change. now, change seems to be the rhythm of my life. letting go of people, places, things and dreams in pursuit of following...

...that wind.

that wind. the one that blows where it chooses. no one knows where it comes from or where it goes. yet, the world keeps moving. we're all changing. and that wind... it keeps us dependin on every breathe, every word, every hope that it's left.

yankee tipping

so this whole blogging thing used to be really easy, but i can't seem to make time to do it these days. i guess i'll have more time to do it when i get to poland.

i think that this time in VA has been an interested change for me. i'm really excited to not be here and can't wait to be somewhere else. but for the first time ever, i think that i've been satisfied with being here for these past 2 months. i've always been bad about looking at the past and wishing for the future. but for the last couple of months i've honestly been just here.

on a lighter note... i think i'm getting old because the thought of a last second road trip kinda doen't sound as adventurous and fun as it used to. man i'm old. so we're going to be going east coast hoping. DC-Baltimore-Philadelphia-New York and back. go big apple!

wanderer

i am a wanderer
find people who make me smile
cause deep inside i cry

i am a wanderer
condemned by my own hands
calloused like sand

so i'm going to try blogging again.
we'll see if this sticks.
but this is all i got tonight.
i'm tired.
it's like this steady tiredness going on.
holla.