Transition
despite what i thought was a rock star second interview, i did not get the hunger center fellowship. my post-graduation search continues.
i bought my regalia today. $60 dollars for a “hat” i’ll never wear again, a tassel and a hood. tra la la…graduation isn’t cheap.
in some ways i feel trapped in the role of my youth…as the youngest, the little sister. no matter how old i get i never feel so young as i do when i am at home. somehow my good sense and rational behavior manages to be overtaken by an overly sensitive me when i am […]
i stand on the brink of graduation. and instead of excitement i am filled with a certain amount of dread. once again i am faced with the daunting process of deciding “what next?”. the dreaded question that always accompanies graduation or any closing of one door in preparation for the opening of…door, window, mouse hole… […]
my wandering ways are not new. as a military brat we moved a fair bit. i said hello and goodbye enough to get used to the taste – even to like it. as much as saying goodbye sucks, saying hello is scary and interesting and full of potential. mistakes made get to be learned from […]
the hardest part about letting go of a friendship is losing the intimacy…the special club that knows the secret passwords and handshakes…hell…that knows the secrets. saying goodbye, even for good and healthy reasons, doesn’t make that transition to stranger and bystander any easier. all of a sudden this person who still knows the heart of […]
one of the things i found vastly different about zed was their concept of danger. one of my first nights in auckland i walked to a concert a little ways from my house. i left at around 10pm and didn’t get home until after 2am. and while i was very vigilant on my walk home […]
You’d think I’d be used to it…by now…so many behind me, but somehow sleeping in an unfamiliar place is always difficult for me. New “homes” homes more than hotels or hostels. I don’t know if my mind registers that the others are temporary filling stations for sleep and that is why I have less issue […]
it is amazing how much stuff you can accumulate over time. for my own part i am amazed. i have perfected the art of packing light and i joke that everything i own can fit in the closet of my old bedroom in my parents’ house (and it can) but boy was that closet full […]
i’m staring out the window and gazing at what can only be described as “spastic” weather. New Zealand is the king of spastic weather. This morning the clouds were thick and by the time I walked outside the sun had come out but the wind whipped up into unbelievable gusts. And then rain fell from […]
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