Month: September 2015

Boxes

We’re finally packing! I mean, it’s only 3 days out until we’ve got to officially move to our new place. Please don’t judge us, we’re busy people! Ha! I’m pretty proud of myself for getting rid of even more clothes. Although, I’m also pretty disappointed in myself for having spent money on said clothes that were hardly worn. Earlier this year, I had cleared out a load out of my closet but held on to some that held sentimental value because I’m sort of in denial that I’m a hoarder. We started on a wish list for the new place. Since this place that we’re at now actually came fully furnished (except for beds), we’ve got to buy new furniture which makes the control freak inside of me SUPER EXCITED because I can get whatever I want! I am also finally aiming to actually make our new place look nice and decorate it to make it more of a home instead of a place we all crash at night. I am stuh-oked. Side note: Grammarly …

Changes

There are tons of things happening right now! I am too busy for my own good, but hey! What else is new? But I am human and I honestly can’t always keep track. Recently, I’ve started to feel the stress. I try not to let it get to me, but my gosh there’s way too much going on! Moving So I’m doing more moving, but instead of hosts, I’m moving IRL. Lol. It all came like a mad dash, really. Last week Shawn, Kaien and I went to go see a new place. It’s a lot bigger than where we are now. It’s a duplex, so it’s a step up from a condominium/apartment I guess. But before I could take in how amazing the new place is, we were approved; put down a security deposit; and we’re moving in next week. Talk about fast times. It’ll be a good move: closer to my parents, closer to work, closer to Kaien’s school. He’ll be much less tired in the mornings. Instead of a long drive to school, all …

Cold

Everyone in the office is so sick right now. I feel like Alaska, at least Anchorage, has bouts of cold and flu season every time the seasons change. I don’t know what it is exactly that’s going around but I don’t want any of it! It’s sort of ironic that I work somewhere that promotes health and wellness, and here we are all trying to get rid of some virus that’s attacking everyone. I don’t really like taking medicine for these things. I stick with methods that my mom used on us as kids. She mostly had us drink a lot of tea and eat a lot of porridge. She also made me drink this ginger root thing that wasn’t very fun but her side of the family swears by it for everything — weight loss, energy, hunger, evil spirits (lol I’m joking). I absolutely hated it but it worked well! These days I settle for Yogi teabags from the grocery store. My mom, to this day, will use actual tea leaves to make her tea …

Stop

There is this ongoing trajectory that my life is on. It’s a trajectory in which all the dots, all of the pivotal parts of my life, connect. The story I’m still living is about a girl, pulled from her environment, and thrown into a world she has to adjust to or a world that must adjust to her. I haven’t been able to put it together until recent years, but what continues to become of my life, I feel, stems from my childhood. I always go back to it, and I always will. I remember being five-years-old knowing that America was where I would end up eventually, and that I would always have to make the most [and even more] of the circumstances I would find myself in. In that sense, I knew from then that I had to be a creator of some sort. Not in just an artistic sense, but in the way that I would mold the outcomes myself. In order to never forget, I had to come up with ways to …

Daydreams

I’ve been feeling, how do I say this correctly? Under-utilized? I feel like I don’t get to exercise a lot of what I am capable of doing, especially at work. The more I feel this way, the more I want to leave and just not be there anymore. I am a very passionate person, and when I get into my cubicle, I feel so stuck. I don’t know what any of us are really here to do, but I know that for me, that isn’t pushing papers and writing the same thing over and over again into a machine that does nothing for me but strain my eyes. (And yeah, I know blogging does this too but stay with me plz, thanks.) I suppose under-utilized isn’t it. It’s not that I’m bored of my work, it’s that I’m bored with the situation I’m in when I’m there. I am not the kind of person that can just be boxed in. I mean figuratively boxed in, well literally if you count a cubicle as a box(?). I’m …