Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Paris is Always a Good Idea

All good things must come to an end.

I have seven short weeks left as a Newport, Rhode Island resident. I have loved every moment of my time in this perfect little town by the ocean. 

I love my perfect little apartment that just close enough to the excitement and shenanigans of Thames Street but far enough to feel like I live in a quiet neighborhood.

I love being able to walk along the water early in the morning. And my two favorite little coffee shops. And the best yoga studio I've ever found. 

And walking by the Newport Mansions - always pausing to take in their magnificence and beauty. Looking like a tourist be damned.

But this is just one chapter of many in my life...and who knows where I'll eventually settle.

But if you've been here for a while, you know that the "settling" part of me is a long ways away.

A new chapter in my life is about to begin, one that has potential to be one of the greatest of my life.
I'm moving to Paris.

Now that alone has the potential to be a great opening line of a marvelous story

So stick around, this extraordinary life is just beginning.

*Photo taken from a trip to Paris in March of 2009.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Bedford and Grove
















You all know Bedford and Grove.

AKA the place I've spent many a night with Monica, Chandler, Rachel, Ross, Phoebe and Joey. 

Oh wait, I think that might have been make believe.

Nah, real enough for me.

Little did you know these Friends {see what I did there?} lived in a New York oasis of tree-lined streets, charming gardens, and brownstones with street numbers that include "1/2" in them. 

I spent a solid 45 minutes over two days just wandering Grove and Bedford streets.

Also, please tell me another place where I can find such a happy light coming through the trees and buildings. As if this place isn't perfect enough, it likes to give off that fuzzy, perfect glow that convinces you that it's all a dream.

New York, as always, I just love you.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Incomprehensible Rambling


Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.

I've been checking in here every few days. Writing a little bit, but never being able to hit that publish button. Never quite satisfied with my rambling. Because it really doesn't go anywhere. It's a jumble of thoughts that have been trapped inside my brain for the past three or four weeks. And since I didn't have any answers to that jumbled train of thought, all the musings I managed to get out of head and onto my computer screen don't make sense, even to me. 

I think I reach conclusions, then go back and read and realize that there are ten different conclusions that I could make. But then again, I guess that's the way life is. Is anything really every concluded? Is there ever just one path, one argument, one way of thinking? Never.

So here I am...to ramble on with some nonesense. Indulge me, it's cheap therapy.

It's been a busy month. So many changes. Spending a lot of time trying to make plans that I can't really quite make yet. Trying to get an idea of where my next steps will take me. I've felt like I'm a hamster on on a wheel lately - running so fast, but not quite managing to get anywhere.

But it's all a waiting game. If I've learned anything over the last few years, it's that patience will pay off. I just have to keep running on that wheel, giving it all I have, and eventually I'll get off of it and be right where I want to be. 

Eventually. 

Every time of uncertainty and, well for lack of better word, crappiness has turned out to lead me to a better place. I think I've rambled about that a time or two before. But when things get difficult and I begin to get anxious, it's the one comfort I have. That I know everything that is meant to happen will happen. And I truly believe I've had the bad periods in my life so I can genuinely appreciate all the wonderful parts of my life that always seem to be born out of the bad experiences.

Then comes the problem of the fear of failure. It's my biggest fear. My mom says I've been like that my entire life. Since I was old enough to understand what failure is. Even when I didn't understand the concept, my mom said I was always someone who wanted to please and make others happy. Then, of course, I want to make myself happy as well. Exceed my goals and overcome challenges. Not doing so would be a huge personal failure, and shortcoming on my part.

So I'm spending my time rambling right now with the knowledge that this week, my future will begin to fall into place. Will it work out how I've planned it in my head? Perhaps. Will I fail in a sense? That's possible too. But that failure leads to other successes that wouldn't have been possible otherwise. And that's the most important thing that I know, but at times, it's hard to appreciate and understand.

Well, that was a lot of slightly random, deep, yet incomprehensible piles of thoughts for a Sunday morning. Thanks for sticking with me.

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