My dad has taken to referring to me as a 'female Jack Kerouac', because in the past 15 days I've been in 10 states, Traveled about 3500 miles via airplane and 1750 miles by car to see friends and family, and had one heck of an adventure to start my summer.
state one: Illinois- I graduated from Trninity... but you knew that already.
state two: Indiana- fish lake long weekend with my Trin crew... but you knew that already too.
state three: Oregon- I got to enjoy the beautiful Northwest with my aunt and uncle. Seriously, send the toaster and the blender. I'm sold. It was the most beautiful place I've seen. The Oregon coast is like an adult jungle gym (romping around on huge lava rocks with my uncle was the most fun I've had all year!) It also helps that the views were breath taking and the weather was perfect. Uh. I can't say it enough, amazing.
state four: Las Vegas, Nevada. This is where things start to get interesting... I was supposed to fly back to Chicago on Thursday, but on a whim (and a good amount of coaxing) I changed my flight and left for Tucson Arizona (more that later).That flight change brought me to the Las Vegas airport for two hours. I'm pretty sure the architects of the air port used Dante's Inferno as their inspiration. It's the grossest air port ever, and has slot machines. literally the worst.
state five: Tucson, Arizona. So much fun. The flight change was fueled by my friend, Calob. He convinced me to change my flight, come hang out with him, and then drive 28 hours across the country with him to Chicago. Basically, it was great. We had some fun with his friends on Wednesday night, lounged with Annie, the family dog who i just loooooooove (...and i pretty much hate animals, so that's saying something) and we hung out with his mom on Thursday for her birthday and then headed off onto the open road.
state six: New Mexico. We (by 'we' I mean Calob, he's a trooper and drove the first seven hours!) drove through New Mexico all night, it's basically the Indiana of the Southwest. We saw a stray dog at the gas station and a stray drunk man soliciting beer from Calob. Terrible.
state seven: Texas. We just had to drive through the pan handle, and Calob got to watch the sun come up while I was snoozin' and letting out cute little 'Annie Snores'
state Eight: Oklahoma! Sadly, I didn't get to stop and see my friends in Oklahoma City- but it was sweet just see familiar sights. We also had to take Oklahoma's John Kilpatrick Turnpike- home of the $4.00 toll. It was also hot. Nothing new there.
state Nine: Missouri. I love Missouri, and I really don't know why. The drive is pretty and the people are always friendly. The bill boards are also laughable, the state is home to the World's Largest Rocking Chair, the Meramac Cavarns and the Jesse James Hideout Musuem- what's not to love?
state ten: Absolute Bliss. Seriously guys, can you believe how blessed I am? My family is fantastic, my friends are the best and I got to spend one lovely afternoon with Annie. Unreal.
double whammy bonus fun- last night, 'Triple Threat' graduation party for my cousins Kelly, Emily and me. Mexican Theme (or just cactus poster) and raucous fun. See what I mean by blessed?!
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Trollin' Out
What's below has been sitting in my drafts folder for three weeks. I thought maybe if I didn't post it, it would all go away. Of course, that awful logic failed. So here it is world.
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Yep. back at the blog for a little more self reflection. As the year is winding down (and I'm slowly reverting back to acting like I'm 17 in hopes that it will give me a chance to do college again...) I've been thinking alot about the future- duh- and what things I'm leaving behind.
basically, this is a week of good byes.
It hurts, it's hard, it's scary- I'm really bad at it. I want nothing more than to act like life will always been like this- dinner in the caf, friends just around the corner and a community of believers who make me feel at home. I've defined myself in this place for the past four years, I'm not sure how to shape a new identity for myself away from Trinity.
...in short, I really, really, REALLY, don't feel ready to say good bye.
There's this great idea in Ecuador. Ecuadorians rarely use adios to say good bye. Adios literally translates "to God," and so, using it is very final- like you won't see someone again. Friends use ciao with one another, rather than sending their friends to God after every encounter. I like this idea that it's not over..
ciao TCC, adios to papers and tests and visiting hours. : )
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this ciao business really did happen,
...I spoke at our Social Work Senior Celebration about department memories and the collective experience the class of 2012 had within the department.
...Went to Honors convocation and thought I would die in the shoes I was wearing.
...Ate my last picnic dinner on the grassy knoll with KB.
...went to the Baccalaurate Service and heard from some of my class mates what their Trinity experience was like. I got to 'give some remarks' about Trinity's community.
...then it was Saturday...
& I walked across a stage.
& moved my tassel
& took pictures
& shook hands
& had lunch with my family
& took Calob to the airport.
& cried. like a baby.
... and then I pulled it together to spend a few days at the lake with some of my best buds from TCC. We had a great time, and it was a nice way to cap off four years of the best years of my life.
Basically, none of this crap feels real. I'm writing this from the sunny yellow and blue plaid sectional that takes up half my mothers living room. There is an unruly pile of 'school stuff' sitting in front of the fire place, and I know I have to deal with it today. Only this time, I'm sorting the boxes into real life categories for my real life apartment with a real life lease. Away and onward, I'm just starting the journey.
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Yep. back at the blog for a little more self reflection. As the year is winding down (and I'm slowly reverting back to acting like I'm 17 in hopes that it will give me a chance to do college again...) I've been thinking alot about the future- duh- and what things I'm leaving behind.
basically, this is a week of good byes.
It hurts, it's hard, it's scary- I'm really bad at it. I want nothing more than to act like life will always been like this- dinner in the caf, friends just around the corner and a community of believers who make me feel at home. I've defined myself in this place for the past four years, I'm not sure how to shape a new identity for myself away from Trinity.
...in short, I really, really, REALLY, don't feel ready to say good bye.
There's this great idea in Ecuador. Ecuadorians rarely use adios to say good bye. Adios literally translates "to God," and so, using it is very final- like you won't see someone again. Friends use ciao with one another, rather than sending their friends to God after every encounter. I like this idea that it's not over..
ciao TCC, adios to papers and tests and visiting hours. : )
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this ciao business really did happen,
...I spoke at our Social Work Senior Celebration about department memories and the collective experience the class of 2012 had within the department.
please note fabulous shoes and my favorite dress in the world. oh yeah. and my friends. Aren't they cute!? |
...Ate my last picnic dinner on the grassy knoll with KB.
...went to the Baccalaurate Service and heard from some of my class mates what their Trinity experience was like. I got to 'give some remarks' about Trinity's community.
...then it was Saturday...
& I walked across a stage.
& moved my tassel
& took pictures
& shook hands
& had lunch with my family
& took Calob to the airport.
& cried. like a baby.
... and then I pulled it together to spend a few days at the lake with some of my best buds from TCC. We had a great time, and it was a nice way to cap off four years of the best years of my life.
Basically, none of this crap feels real. I'm writing this from the sunny yellow and blue plaid sectional that takes up half my mothers living room. There is an unruly pile of 'school stuff' sitting in front of the fire place, and I know I have to deal with it today. Only this time, I'm sorting the boxes into real life categories for my real life apartment with a real life lease. Away and onward, I'm just starting the journey.
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