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bones on bones

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Running back and forth to the airport and constantly looking at weather here and there and wherever I go next has been my life since the beginning of April. It was a whirlwind month of LA –> Vegas –> LA –> Montreal –> LA –> Oxnard –> LA –> Palm Springs –> LA.

It was gorgeous seeing everything I saw, but I am glad to be home (for two weeks…) and I am glad to see everyone. I haven’t seen many folks as a result of my traveling, and I feel like I’m a million miles away in a vortex.

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Kate was in town so we had adventures about Santa Monica and had really good coffee.

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Montreal – old town. It was beautiful and made me heartsick for Boston.

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I went to Oxnard and picked avocados from the trees. It was magical.

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I popped up to SF for the day for work, and loved every second of the mild weather.

11192757_661240380675863_74038115_nPalm Springs pool. 100+ degrees, but the pool stayed cool.

Now that I am back, after a few days of going to bed too late and getting up too early, I am headed into a weekend staying in LA (well, mostly, minus a tiny trip to Malibu) and excited to hang with friends and smush their faces (if they’ll let me.)

Last night I got back on the exercise train, too, and did yoga to find space. I hadn’t been sleeping great this weekend, and I just needed some stretching (hip flexors be damned) so I can get back into both yoga (serious headstands to come, y’all) and into running. During my class, the teacher said something about alignment and making sure I was standing up straight, “bones on bones.” And that’s all we really are, isn’t it? Bones on bones. Trying to make something out of this life.

Happy Friday, folks.

Twenty ten: Spring.

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I drove to meet my bff in San Francisco.

I took her home with me.

Her husband surprised her.

Before we cruise, we see Kirsten.

We cruise. We snorkel. We swim.

With Jeff’s family.

We go to Joshua Tree. We hike.

We climb big rocks.

We go to Chilton. We recreate scenes from Gilmore Girls.

We jump for joy.

We learn new tricks to cutting the acidity of coffee…

We grew things.

We sanded.

We baked. We built.

We piled into a van.

To hang out at a winery. For Mary’s birthday. In Malibu.

WE BBQed.

Got a pack of cards, Obama on audio tape, and my fave boy…

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Guys: I leave today on vacay to a cruise. In the Bahamas. With Jeff. and his family. I am so excited. I am excited to have a vacation that is a real vacation: not being home (although I love being home), not visiting people who I miss (and miss me too), not driving, not in charge. I cannot remember the last time I went on vacation to somewhere that wasn’t to visit someone. I think it might have been when I was in high school and my family and I went to San Francisco.

We went to the Galapagos, too, but that was with my dad’s work. Going to San Francisco was the last time that my vacation was about seeing something new, being with people you love, and not, you know, cleaning up the kitchen when we were done.

In college, every break was to home, to Jeff, to babysit. The past two years, I’ve been on a cross-country road trip, I’ve been to Michigan countless times, Chicago, New York, Washington state, China, San Francisco. Every vacation I take is amazing: but all tiring. All work. This one, this is about relaxation. This is about having a good time. This is about the sun, the sky, the water, rest. I will sleep. I will read. I will listen to Obama. I will love Jeff. I will shop, I will visit new countries. I will enjoy Jeff’s family. I will come back tired. I will be rejuvenated. I will be ready for: Pittsburgh, Connecticut, and Chicago. I will be ready for weddings, for red eyes, for family, for babies and for loving.

What are all of you doing for vacations this year? Are you going abroad? Staying home? Visiting friends? Perhaps, visiting me? Picking strawberries on a remote farm in Vermont? Do tell!

I still love not camping (unless it's with my BFF, L.)

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This past weekend, Lauren, my BFF, and I did a road trip from San Francisco to Los Angeles, by way of Route 1 and the 101. It was a long long journey, very fun, and VERY tiring. Some highlights, you ask?

1. I forged a river with our car, in the dark. It was terrifying.

Do you see where it says “Bridge”? There was no bridge. There was raging river.

2. We headed to a beach filled with seals, and spent a peaceful half-hour just being with them.

3. We ate at a restaurant that had a spirit stage and human nests. And lavender creme brulee. Fantastic.

4. When camping, we wore headlamps, extra clothes, and some how magically had our fire rekindle in the middle of the night.

5. We got chocolate covered strawberries from this nice man.

6. I used an outdoor sink, with running water. I found this magical.

7.  We went to an antique store in Half Moon Bay, called Half to Have It.

8. We hiked a little.

9. We took pictures of people taking pictures.

10. We drove 930 miles, all together. Stops in: Pacifica, Half Moon Bay, Monterey, Big Sur, San Luis Obispo, Santa Barbara, and home. Not including all the various stops made in between for coffee and the like.


It was a great trip. But I was glad to get home Sunday night to a bed, and a whole week with Lauren, still to go! What an excellent week. Overall, I think we both decided we like NOT camping — when it comes to 45 degree weather, rocky grounds, and lack of fire-building skills (although we did get it lit, eventually.)

How are you all?

Dream Post 7: Bonus Dream

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I found this dream recorded on my desktop. Enjoy a bonus round.

I had a dream. I was on the T with Jeff going home from somewhere on a street that looked like San Francisco. I was getting to the T and the Red Sox were playing so everyone was asking how to get to the game. I was telling people how to get there and this one kid was like “No, that’s not how you get there” and I was liike “YES.” And he wasn’t even from the city. then we get to the T and Jeff’s gone and I am waiting for the T and the kid is like “Want a ride?” and he has a car and even know he was a tool I was like “sure” and so he’s driving me into the city and its raining and we’re driving across a bridge that is just the road and nothing else and he hydroplanes a little into the water and I’m like “slow down please and don’t kill us” and then he’s like “yea sorry i’ll be careful” and then he hydroplanes again and crashes our car into the water.

Then I wake up and I’m in the car getting to my house. Someone helps me out and then I’m inside and I can’t figure out how to work the phone and all I want to do is call Jeff and I can’t for some reason.

My dad calls and says they are on the way home, and then I am with someone and they’re telling me to calm down but I just want Jeff.

Then I’m at a mall talking to someone who is my youth leader asking them about my injuries and what happened because I can’t remember anything from before to the day of the accident and she’s reassuring me I’ll be OK.

Secretly, in my mind, I know that I am not going to get to go to China now.