You can stop growing now, Beans.

Posted at 9:15pm and tagged with: blue heeler,.

I wrote this over a year ago, saved it in my drafts thinking it was just a little too personal. I remember writing it, after a bit too much wine, thinking about unrelated topics and wishing I could turn the clock back just a bit. I re-read it tonight, changed all the numbered years to align with the calendar. Took out the hardest parts, left in the important ones.

Still feel the same about home, and I still feel the same about the writing. Just a little too personal, but I’m trying.

I think of home in abstract terms, wood carvings hanging on walls, vast swaths of orange and brown with woodgrain, dimly lit lights and blue-colored kitchen Sundays.

Knick-nacks, leather, ashes and the faint smell of some kinds of smoke.

How all the ridges on a gray-weathered wood deck feel on your feet at the end of the summer before a rain storm. Springy. Ready to burst. And how it creaked under every step, giving way eventually. Resting forever since.

A light under a door that meant the whole world to me. I can’t remember the last time there was a light in that room. It burnt out probably six or seven years ago but no one has been there enough to miss it properly, though I miss it from far away.

I haven’t known home in eight years and time has reminded me. So much has faded. But there’s a lot still there.

I’m not quite sure what home is anymore. For the last eight years, I have found a place to call home. An apartment number that never matches the one on my checkbook, which is always how I wanted it.

I rearrange furniture and binge clean to feel the same feeling I would get when I was young and when my dad installed bunk beds the same day my mom washed my favorite stuffed animal in heavy bleach and they tucked me in all tight and mom sang me a song.

I should have never called home a place. It’s not. There has only been one place that felt like home. The characters have changed, the light has gone out.

Home is a time period for me. I get it back in bits and pieces spread out over months and fast weekends.

Posted at 9:25pm.

Mimosaville.

Posted at 8:06pm.

Mimosaville.

My little derpy dog.

Posted at 11:03pm.

My little derpy dog.

So in love right now.

Posted at 12:06am and tagged with: blue heeler, acd, australian cattle dog, puppy,.

So in love right now.

I trained very little for this race and actually haven’t even laced up in over a week. I knew this race wasn’t going to be my best, but going into it with only the goal of finishing actually helped me enjoy it so much more.

I’ll start training for the Berkeley Half in a few weeks, and this run definitely pumped me up. It’s crazy how much adrenaline, muscle memory and will power can make up for poor training. Though I wouldn’t recommend it.

I ran the second half of the marathon last year, the first half this year and completed the Half It All Challenge. Hope to do the full marathon next year!

And like every other race I’ve done in San Francisco, I’ll be running with flowers in my hair.

Posted at 11:22am.

Mattie and I were sitting in a little park in Hayes Valley, eating frozen yogurt, listening to a guy in a tree scream at a guy across the street. I noticed this man walking toward our bench, then he immediately started singing to me. Mattie says, “is this real life? What is going on?!” And then caught the rest on video.

And those awkward faces I was making are 100% NOT exaggerated. He asked if I had a boyfriend, I said yes and he hung his head and walked away. Dude had guts, though.

(Also, please note his selected reading.)

Posted at 8:42pm.

Pittsburgh, Connellsville and Fallingwater.

Posted at 12:18am.

"I could see myself living here." -Stu Ohler

Thanks for turning on the nice weather, light traffic, and uncrowded restaurants and museums for us, KC. It also helped that microbrews are often $4 or less. And I don’t think the BBQ hurt either.

Posted at 10:03pm and tagged with: Kansas, Kansas City, KC, nelson-atkins museum of art,.

"I could see myself living here." -Stu Ohler

Thanks for turning on the nice weather, light traffic, and uncrowded restaurants and museums for us, KC. It also helped that microbrews are often $4 or less. And I don’t think the BBQ hurt either.

How I spent my long weekend.

Posted at 9:29pm.

How I spent my long weekend.