Seasons aren’t so well defined here in the southeast. I find myself looking at a photo and not knowing when I took it without looking at the date taken. This one was from just a few weeks ago, well into spring but I bet I could have convinced you it was a fall photo.
I love the way the light glints off everything during the evening magic hour. It really is a beautiful time.
It’s been a long few weeks. I’ve been so busy at work that I have kept missing boot camp since my day runs well past 6pm on average now. I don’t see this trend lasting long term but it’s making me feeling the pressure and uncomfortable feeling of a rocked boat.
I think the combination of cutting back on my finances, cutting back on all the weekend fun, cutting back on travel, and losing some time to work alongside planning a wedding that I really don’t enjoy is wearing on me. I look in the mirror and I see a whole lot of tired all the time.
2012 is going to be a pretty suck year. Nothing’s wrong technically but really.. I’m just … not in a great place. I guess that’s okay sometimes. I just don’t like it. :p
I keep dreaming of 2013: the year I’ll be married to my best bud, be as far mentally from the bureaucracy of weddings as I can get, and refocusing on the things I love to do: travel, try new things, photograph, code & kick butt at boot camp!
This is one of those pictures I look at months after I took it and wonder why I hated it. I guess it’s technically deficient but now it’s been elevated to the status of “memory” and not just “picture”.
I live in a beautiful part of the country, honestly. Just the perfect mix of city life and outdoor getaways. I’m five minutes from a pan-asian experience or a quiet walk in a wholly american park. Two hours of time will take me pretty much anywhere I have an itch for most days. I am certainly happy with my decision to be out here.
Few things strike me over and over like a sunrise or sunset. I’ve seen many clouds, tons of light rays, interesting formations but each and every time I see another one I’m just as thrilled as when I saw my first.
In two weeks I’ll find myself at the airport boarding a flight to India. I have some mixed feelings about it. One, I am super excited about the trip. It’s been exactly one decade since my last visit. Things are going to be very different from how I remember them at 16. Two, I am a bit nervous. Don’t get me wrong, I am in fact wearing my big girl undies but this is the first time I’ll be flying overseas alone, and I have heard enough stories about crooks at the airport to make my 24 hour layover in London a little nerve wracking.
But that’s all silly. One, I’m no green idiot, and two, travelling has been a passion of mine forever now. I sort of can’t wait to do this alone so I can get over that fact and have a good time’ Kind of like my first drive on 400 when I was so much younger. Anyway, Iâ€™ve been taking flights all year here and there but just within the USA.
I don’t do well in planes for very long periods of time’ and in fact I nearly died feeling crappy on my flight back from LA to Atlanta and that was only five hours! This is two 10 hour flights. I will be taking drugs. If I get mugged I’ll give them my 4 bottles of Nyquil and 3 packages of Benadryl nighttime. It’s a good high man, I promise. :P
Oh well, soon J will be accompanying me on my flights of fancy! Except they’ll be real! :) Life’s looking like one big adventure already.