tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22620030729141915112024-02-02T11:00:33.520-08:00Standing Together Spaces& walking and talking placesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-38266802045197614242015-01-22T10:03:00.000-08:002015-01-22T10:03:08.767-08:00this. [Oscar Wilde]this. i saw this on a plane. on my plane back to here.<br />
a man with oscar wilde in his pocket.<br />
i wonder if he knew that i recognized it from the picture.<br />
the picture that wasn't him.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-21845212349099267752014-12-04T06:00:00.000-08:002014-12-04T06:00:00.950-08:00The Records I Kept | Reflections on the Weeks<u>week 1:</u> my patient was kind, so kind. i made mistakes on my homework, but i will recover in later weeks.<br />
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<u>week 2:</u> something.<br />
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<u>week 3:</u> i think i knew what i was doing. it was easy but hard. so tired, so tired. so worth it.<br />
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<u>week 4:</u> i don't think i've ever met someone who talks so much more than me in my entire life. i want to be just like her when i grow up: spunky and full of worthwhile stories.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-64724680451095901472014-12-03T09:08:00.000-08:002014-12-03T09:08:36.669-08:00It has been far too long. It has been far too long since last I appeared in this space.<br />
I did not mean to disappear simply and lightly, but I have.<br />
Perhaps I shall start again somewhere new.<br />
Or not. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-47789493479498164242014-06-10T19:26:00.001-07:002014-09-28T18:40:07.693-07:00CampI've been at camp y'all!<br />
I bet you knew that.<br />
But that's why I've been absent from the field of writing this time.<br />
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So now I'm part of this new family of crazies and I'm watching kids and telling them the gospel everyday. I love my job.<br />
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On another note, I finally saw "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bp_cxxqOaPM" target="_blank">The Secret Life of Walter Mitty</a>" and loved it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-10772673377489533442014-05-14T18:28:00.002-07:002014-05-14T18:28:45.055-07:00i mightyou know that feeling when you finish a good book for the first time?<br />
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<i>like you'll never find anything good to read... ever again</i><br />
<i> at least not something that fits nicely with you, </i><br />
<i> and the pieces of you that swim in your head</i><br />
<i> even the pieces you don't really like</i><br />
<i> like maybe the bottom of your stomach will fall out</i><br />
<i> kind of dizzy</i><br />
<i> the middle joints in your fingers, especially your pinkies, feel loose</i><br />
<i> maybe you also read it way too fast</i><br />
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i might still take a chance on another book<br />
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i might<br />
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<i><br /></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-50551958982293690952014-04-29T18:58:00.001-07:002014-04-29T19:12:45.536-07:00Frozen II Roommate RepriseSo another study break :) I know, major drama queens... or princess... whatever.<br />
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And if you're interested in outtakes you can look <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vol3BITMRCw" target="_blank">here</a> :D<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-61073415498256401812014-04-28T22:25:00.001-07:002014-04-28T22:25:55.858-07:00RememberThis is just one of those "to remember" things a friend sent me. I think it's lovely.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-45385498463243417972014-04-13T20:57:00.001-07:002014-04-13T20:58:00.001-07:00Crazy Roommate Love<br /><br />
I love my roommate, but sometimes we are crazy.<br /><br />
Here we are, studying late into the night, once again.<br /><br />
Thanks for being there for me dear friend.<br /><br />
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there will be nights without sleep.<br />
Or more specifically: there will be 2AMs with many projects begun all over the floor and checklists building in your mind, and you will want to stay up all night.<br />
You will, of course, try the whole sleep thing.<br />
After all, night is when people sleep and you have places to be tomorrow, hypothetically.<br />
But let's face it, you're not very good at sleep.<br />
Aside from everything you want to be doing, there's everything you need to get done. And when you do what you know you should, there are the thoughts to chase away the sleep with the broom.<br />
I really just thought you should know.<br />
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Best wishes,<br />
Future Self<br />
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PS: You've always been this way, so you probably already knew. It was just in case. Or it will be, I guess.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-74742488719653020822014-03-21T09:24:00.000-07:002014-03-21T09:24:24.565-07:00WallflowerEvery time someone says "wallflower"<br />
I just picture some really beautiful intricate wallpaper with detailed flowers all over it.<br />
I'm not sure that's what it is truly referring to.<br />
I mean, I know it's people, but the metaphor is what?<br />
I don't care.<br />
This is lovely.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-70973286613018393282014-02-12T13:08:00.001-08:002014-02-12T13:08:29.857-08:00Catch me if you canToday I feel all caught up!<br />
This may be a complete illusion but it will be one I will continue running at.<br />
It's great.<br />
Nursing classes have ended for all of us pre-clinicals for the week! We can all breathe!<br />
[worry not, we still have fluff tomorrow]<br />
It's pre-Friday. Let's all celebrate.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-46268872373029370342014-01-26T14:37:00.000-08:002014-01-26T14:37:13.483-08:00Thanks for the RosehipsI love rosehips. Truly, they are one of my favorite things about autumn.<br />
I'm aware that it's winter.<br />
But actually our winter was friday, now it's gone.<br />
Still, it's not quite spring.<br />
So I'm thinking about autumn.<br />
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Let me back up.<br />
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When I left Germany I had a jar of rosehips.<br />
I eventually had to throw them away.<br />
They dried out, kind of started to rot...<br />
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More background.<br />
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Listening to a sad, emotional song (not for the sake of melancholy, it's just in the playlist.)<br />
Watching a video that makes you cry (again, I didn't know it was coming.)<br />
It would be easy to just sink into it.<br />
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But then you remember about rosehips.<br />
On every walk there are those things you see, special rocks, feathers, flowers, rosehips.<br />
(If you're wondering which of these are best, let me give you a hint: rosehips. Always rosehips. Seaglass too. Always seaglass. Same principle.)<br />
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So in life, there are rosehips too.<br />
Something someone says. An old treasured memory. A special, spontaneous, parking-lot group-hug. A loud dinner party that goes late and stays happy. Remembering something from a book you read as a child, that makes you laugh out loud. God's hand at work.<br />
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So to the people who carry the rosehips in, thank you.<br />
Life's rosehips never dry out.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-55707198928708672422014-01-19T14:56:00.000-08:002014-01-19T14:56:47.139-08:00Ben's List<i>{Twelfth Grade English Edition}</i><div>
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<i>The Passionate Shepherd to His Love </i>- Marlowe</div>
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<i>The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd </i>- Raleigh</div>
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<i>#130: My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun </i> - Shakespeare</div>
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<i>Utopia </i>- Sir Thomas Moore</div>
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<i>A Valediction Forbidding Mourning </i>- Donne</div>
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<i>Death Be Not Proud </i>- Donne</div>
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<i>Batter My Heart </i>- Donne</div>
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<i>Meditation 17 </i>- Donne</div>
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<i>Of Studies </i>- Sir Francis Bacon</div>
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<i>On My First Son </i>- Ben Johnson</div>
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<i>Areopagitica </i>- Milton</div>
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<i>When I Consider How my Light is Spent </i>- Milton</div>
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<i>The Spectator 249 </i>-Addison</div>
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<i>A Modest Proposal </i>- Jonathan Swift</div>
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<i>School for Scandal </i>- Richard Sheridan</div>
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<i>Rime of the Ancient Mariner </i>- Coleridge</div>
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<i>The Poison Tree </i>- Blake</div>
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<i>Lines Composed a Few Miles Above </i><i>Tintern Abbey </i>- Wordsworth</div>
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<i>The World Is Too Much With Us </i>- Wordsworth</div>
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<i>Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: "Storm in the Alps" </i>- Byron</div>
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<i>England in 1819 </i>- Shelley</div>
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<i>On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer </i>- Keats</div>
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<i>When I Have Fears </i>- Keats</div>
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<i>Vindication on the Rights of Women </i>- Wollstonecraft</div>
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<i>The Lady of Shallot </i>- Tennyson</div>
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<i>The Memoriam </i>- Tennyson</div>
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<i>Home Thoughts, From Abroad </i>- Robert Browning</div>
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<i>My Last Duchess </i>- Browning</div>
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<i>Preludes </i>- T.S. Eliot</div>
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<i>The Door in the Wall </i>- H.G. Wells</div>
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<i>The Rocking Horse Winner </i>- D.H. Lawrence</div>
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<i>Across the Bridge </i>- Graham Greene</div>
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<i>The Garden Party </i>- Katherine Mansfield</div>
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<i>Shooting an Elephant </i>- Orwell</div>
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<i>A Room of Her Own </i>- Virginia Woolf</div>
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<i>Paradise Lost </i>- Milton</div>
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<i>The Ballad of Reading Gaol </i>- Wilde</div>
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<i>Miss Youghal's Sais </i>- Kipling</div>
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When I finished my senior year I was throwing away paper. My friend, Ben, caught me throwing away my English notes. He was obviously aghast. All those poems; <i>whoosh</i>. All those notes; <i>gone</i>. </div>
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So to keep him from freaking out, I wrote this list of things that would be worth revisiting in later years. Some I did revisit, in the one college English course I shall ever take. (At least, that's the plan.) I think I should revisit a few more.</div>
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More recently, I had the opportunity of landing back in my old English classroom. Shalyn, another relanded alumni, requested Ben's List. So here it is for anyone who wants it. And for good measure, a picture of me and Shalyn revisiting Miss Young and causing (not too much) trouble.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-5905721853576271852014-01-15T22:31:00.001-08:002014-01-15T22:31:28.722-08:0020 words about my self<i>homework turned introspective</i><br />
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<ul>
<li>talkative</li>
<li>outgoing</li>
<li>ambiverted</li>
<li>optimist</li>
<li>assertive</li>
<li>fragmented</li>
<li>(sometimes) numb</li>
<li>deep-feeler</li>
<li>connector</li>
<li>planner</li>
<li>creative</li>
<li>quirky</li>
<li>procrastinator</li>
<li>learner</li>
<li>night-owl</li>
<li>dreamer</li>
<li>lover-of-stillness</li>
<li>list-maker</li>
<li>seeking-out [life flavors, friends, etc...]</li>
<li>contented</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-82945215674001396472014-01-13T21:04:00.002-08:002014-01-13T21:04:44.135-08:00back again | January, darling | list of 10So I'm back. Yes, I've been gone from here forever. I'm so sorry. There was break and painting and writing and not getting things done to be done. <div>
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Dear January, </div>
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hello, my darling. You have a lovely name. I always forget that I love you. I hope you never do. I thought I would wish you to bring snow. You haven't, but I'm not disappointed. The warmish Texan winds, Virginian drizzly days, and German fogs have been perfect so far. Thanks.</div>
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Yours,</div>
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Kit </div>
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xoxo</div>
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I was thinking today about jumping right back into school. My tired brain wasn't truly ready for this leap. I should really go to bed now and perhaps avoid the dreary feeling coming back tomorrow. I've somehow managed to leave my family scattered back over the globe and I miss them already. </div>
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So, thought I don't do New Years Resolutions, here is a list. </div>
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<u>10 things to do to keep from going crazy as you start nursing school: </u></div>
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1. stay totally open to amending this list.</div>
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2. dance in the living room.</div>
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3. practice french.</div>
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4. call your family and friends.</div>
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5. paint. </div>
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6. roommates.</div>
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7. prayer.</div>
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8. don't let work run away with itself. </div>
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9. watch your favorite films.</div>
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10. reorganize</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-64211643163936698812013-12-18T16:22:00.000-08:002013-12-18T16:22:08.667-08:00Driving<span style="background-color: white;"><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Things heard, that somehow make logical sense now that I'm here.</i><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I'm not sure, because I've been a lot of ways home."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Can't we just go the way we came?</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Oh. This is the way to the golden tulip."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"The zoo entrance is up here on the right I think."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Guys, I don't think this should be this hard."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I think I recognize this. I think we can go straight or left."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"There's the zoo entrance."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Guys, we came this way. This should really not be this hard."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"The light is red!"</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I thought that didn't matter?"</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"It doesn't matter, unless you're American."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"This is the way we came."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Oh yeah those are the gates. Turn right."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Left."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"You can't go this way this is a one way."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Come on!"</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Yeah it should be fine."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"There are cars coming. This is not going to work. Well, you can't turn left again."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Mais, si."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"There we go. Now right."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Don't all these signs look French? You can tell it wasn't the Germans who came. They have different signs."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"There's the golden tulip."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Where? I don't see it."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I think I'm actually doing pretty well. Sometime I should tell him the way to get to the house and see if I can get it right."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I really don't get why we can't just go the way we came."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Go straight but not over that big bump."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I think this was the bump we were trying to miss."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"No, this is a pothole. She was talking about that bridge."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Just squeeze between these two."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Mom, you told me that meant right. I've been saying left."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"So now just right here."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Oh yeah, this is right. Because we passed that Happy Birthday graffiti on the way here."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I actually knew that one. Because of the napkins."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"This actually is hopping during the day."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Sometimes the carpenters block the door. Once I left and there were two. I came back and there were five. Can't you see I'm running errands."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"See you tomorrow. We'll text you to check your messages."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"During the day there aren't really any rules, but since it's night I don't think we can turn left here."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I still don't see why we can't go the way we came."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Well this isn't a road."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"We're home."</span><br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Oh. I didn't realize it was so close."</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-1742591508275308612013-12-10T14:03:00.002-08:002013-12-10T14:03:29.858-08:00Frost!There was frost on the knoll next to the apartamento this morning! What is happening to Texas? <br />
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Happy Finals Week everyone! Drive safely on your journeys home. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-18648689022686053022013-12-01T22:53:00.002-08:002013-12-01T22:53:23.669-08:00Hello December!Hello December! Hello Christmas, and Hannah, and travel, and parents!<br />
Hello cold, and snow (maybe), and singing carols.<br />
Hello to winter, lovely and frosty.<br />
I cannot wait for all of you.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-86420319120748231022013-11-24T13:37:00.002-08:002013-11-24T13:38:50.406-08:00BirthdayFriday was Kat's birthday, so thursday night we celebrated the end of her teen-hood with a special dinner and dessert and movies in a special blanket fort. Then we celebrated the last minute by running around the building right before the rain (happiness.)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-79934097159911954872013-11-15T21:46:00.001-08:002013-11-15T21:46:22.935-08:00A thought | a quoteJames Fraser wrote "The aim of Satanic power is to cut off communication with God. To accomplish this aim he deludes the soul with a sense of defeat, covers him with a thick cloud of darkness, depresses and oppresses the spirit, which in turn hinders prayer and leads to unbelief-- thus destroying all power (instead of seeing Heb 11:1)."<br />
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<i>I just liked this. Thought I would share.</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-57420292594322685872013-11-14T21:47:00.001-08:002013-11-14T21:47:12.369-08:00SimpleToday I'm a little in love with simplicity. <br />
Let's make life simple. <br />
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making the bed<br />
comfy sweater<br />
cup of tea<br />
dinner with friends<br />
laughing too hard<br />
relaxing weekend<br />
list of things to do<br />
finding a good novel<br />
choosing a chick flick<br />
consolidating my online presence<br />
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It's a grand 'ole time. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-55665988156224909932013-11-01T13:30:00.002-07:002013-11-01T13:32:09.840-07:00Come right on in, NovemberHaving a holiday to end October just feels nice, and Halloween is so fun here in the States. I'm using my college years to make up for the scariness of Halloween in Europe. It's fantastic.<br />
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Also November ushers in the college "holiday season." As in: Thanksgiving and a myriad of events and Christmas parties are about to descend on us. Hopefully we can squeeze in quiet evenings of tea and studying. Let the fun begin!<br />
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PS: the weather might even turn to something more akin to actual fall! Yay for autumn!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-56340798772817352722013-10-29T13:23:00.001-07:002013-11-01T00:22:36.300-07:00Expiration DatesA while ago, a few years ago by now I should think, I read <a href="http://michelephoenix.com/2011/01/the-lies-mks-believe-everybody-always-leaves/" target="_blank">this article</a> and it made me wonder about myself. <br />
In case you don't feel like clicking the link, it's a series entitled "Lies MKs Believe" by Michele Phoenix. This particular post is called "Everybody Always Leaves" and addresses the transiency of relationships for TCKs such as myself. I could take a long time to explain this, but a lot of you who read my blog probably already understand. If you move a lot, live in a culture that's not "your own" for most of your life, and then move some more, stuff happens to your relationships. If that doesn't make sense to you, leave me a comment with a question. Or read the article I linked to that I am now trying to summarize. <br />
The article finishes with this truth, "the benefits of relationship are worth the risk of loss." And I believe that. I really do. I pour myself into people. I love. I fight distance. My prayers are aimed at targets sprinkled the world over. <br />
But I still see relationships as having an expiration date. <br />
I think part of the problem is that 95% (disclaimer: that's a random percentage that just feels true) of the people I love the most are TCKs like me, or other people who live transient lives. <br />
When one of my friends marveled a little at the nonchalant way I treat the spans of time between seeing my family I looked at her and thought, "What did you think I thought would happen? What do you think two-year-old Kathryn thought when the teens she looked up to graduated high school, packed their bags, and left for America?" I just knew. I've always known. One day that would be me. And now it is. <br />
(Don't read this wrong. I love my parents. They are fantastic. I'm so proud of them for where they are and what they do. They talk to me all the time. I wouldn't change one second of life the way we have it. Dear Mom, Dad, and Hannah, you are the greatest.)<br />
One of my best friends in high school barely saw her family three or four times a year, between boarding school and working at camp in the summer. We were sixteen. How could I not have the strength to leave people after watching her be so brave? How could I ever hope to survive if I didn't suit up and cope?<br />
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So we love faster. We squeeze the marrow out of the life we have together now. We write our memories and the things we love about each other. We take too many pictures. We sing and do crazy things. We know that one day we'll be gone. <br />
Then we'll only have Skype and 2am phone calls and the craziest alumni network you can possibly imagine (you can't even imagine.) We'll have visits and snatches and new friends in new places who don't always understand right away why we are rushing to squeeze the marrow out of life.<br />
So no, I don't see distance as the death of all my relationships. I do know that it breaks some. There are friends I don't have anymore. There are new friends that I have now. I do know that when you do life together, side by side everyday, eeking it out together on days when you just want basketball practice to be over, walking over high hills, laughing and crying over life, it makes a difference. <br />
So here are my questions, because sadly this isn't a post full of answers. This is a big issue in my life and right now I'm looking for clarity. I may be looking for clarity in this area for my entire life. <br />
Isn't that not a lie? As in: doesn't everybody always leave? Isn't there always a move, a falling-out, a new schedule, and that greatest separator of all, death? I still think that these shouldn't keep us from loving, but aren't they still reality?<br />
Next question, how do we love each other well when we're all protecting ourselves? I can see you friends. I can see me too. Our walls are going up, because it hurts. We've been apart over a year and it's stretching thin. I don't even need to phrase this as a question: we all know it hurts to keep caring and investing. So what do we do? When do we give in to other people's self-protection and let them go? Sure that would hurt, but isn't that what their self-protection implies they expect? Would giving up be weakness or wisdom? Cruelty or kindness? When is it ok to build our own? Is it ever? I <a href="http://standingtogetherspaces.blogspot.com/2013/10/at-end-of-day.html" target="_blank">talked about this</a> a little a few weeks ago. I just want to expand. And I think the answer is maybe a little obvious, but that doesn't mean the questions don't toss in my head.<br />
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I know this isn't a blog where people always leave a lot of comments, but I'd appreciate a little coming together today. So leave me a comment if you have a thought. You can leave your name if you'd like (I'd like that but you don't have to.) Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087884949289381061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262003072914191511.post-42358381418198551872013-10-27T01:58:00.000-07:002013-10-27T01:58:13.682-07:00AgainI can't sleep again,<br />
just like all the time<br />
except it's so late I can't take a sleeping pill.<br />
That is<br />
unless I want to miss all of tomorrow,<br />
which is really today now.<br />
However,<br />
I think everything will be alright.<br />
There is a lovely thunderstorm subsiding<br />
now into quiet, wee, small hours of the morning.<br />
Perhaps its receding sound will lull me<br />
into a nap,<br />
a morning nap.<br />
Lovely.<br />
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We are having one of these days. There are whale sounds emanating from our apartment (I won't be so cruel as to point out from whose desk they come.) Frustrated <i>meeehhh</i>ing and "I'm gonna get this stinkin question right!" are an every-other-second occurrence at the moment. There is maybe even a little whimpering. </div>
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So here is my plan: sleep. </div>
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Tomorrow, which is now today since midnight has come and gone, I will study for friday. </div>
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It sounds wonderful to me.</div>
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