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how many roads

i know it must seem like i’m always moving, and if i tell you i’m thinking about moving again, you’re probably going to be like uhh didn’t you just get to California?

you wouldn’t be wrong, per se. but for various reasons i need to consider what my next step will be. i committed to work on the project i’m currently working on for one year, and that will end over the summer. i have the option of staying on board with that; i also have the option of finding another job and still volunteering for this project for a few hours a week (working remotely) if i want; i also have the option of dropping off from the project altogether. the last option is unlikely. i DO enjoy being a part of the project; i don’t enjoy southern california. and by that i mean i really dislike it. (as a note: southern california is something of a hometown to me, so i feel like its my right to dislike it. but when other people deprecate it, i am the first to jump down their throats. so be warned :D). anyway, i came here as a stopping-over place, intending to sort of “get my life together” while i had the chance. i’m not sure i’ve done that, but well, we can’t all be #winning.

what to do, where to go?

chair love

remember a long time ago, i had this urge to become fully mobile? to have only as many possessions as would fit in the back of the car? to be able to “up and go” whenever i wanted?

ok, so i didn’t quite achieve that, but — i’ll be honest — i came really close. i was able to sell almost all of my furniture on craigslist (still trying with a few last things), cut my book collection in half, part with many clothes i don’t need/wear… in short, i feel like i did a pretty good job. i got myself down to fewer than 20 boxes… all able to be mailed via the esteemed united states postal service.

except for one chair.

oh, this chair. sigh.

i don’t know if i can adequately convey just how much i love this chair. i mean i L O V E it. love love love love love it. i got it at a garage sale last year, for a whopping $5, and some neighbors helped me haul it up to my apartment. since i am a rather smallish person – short legs, in particular – i spend much of my time in chairs with my feet dangling. either that, or i cannot sit all the way back in a chair. but this chair, oh this chair is perfect. and it’s such happy wonderful fabric, quilted and bright and all shades of lovely.

but it doesn’t fit in a box, and will cost me around $500 to ship it (i looked into it). so the dilemma arises. what to do? what to do?

of course, everyone wants it. maybe not everyone, but tons of friends have kindly offered to take it off my hands. and i know it’s selfish, but i just can’t give it to a friend. i can’t bear to picture the chair as being someone else’s. it’s my chair. it’s where i sat and cried my heart out; where i spent mornings talking with the lord; where i curled up on rainy nights with books; where i sat, brainstorming ideas for new stories and projects; and most importantly, where i threw piles upon piles of clothing, art supplies, books and bags. it’s just my chair, you see.

i could sell it to some anonymous person – sever my ties from it. i don’t want to, but i could do that. i don’t want to part with it at all, of course. i’d rather keep it forever. but even if i can’t do that, i don’t think i could give it to someone i know. i couldn’t walk into someone else’s home and see it there. the stubborn part of me (pretty much all of me) thinks there is a solution lurking somewhere. just don’t give up too quickly. don’t sell it just yet. wait. see. wait. there’s got to be a way, right? right?

home sweet

it has been five days since my departure from austin, and at last i am settling in somewhere that i will soon call home. staying with B&P was awesome — an absolute treat in every possible way — and i was pretty sad to leave. but homes must be lived in, and mine is no exception.

i’ve attached two very (– no, really, very) rudimentary videos of my condo. i just did a quick walk-through with the camera. the first video is the first floor (which is actually on the second floor): our living room, kitchen, dining area, and a half-bath. the second video is the second floor (actually the third floor) which is all the bedrooms. S’s room is the first closed door at the top of the stairs, and J (not to be confused with J-star!) lives in the room directly across from mine. mine is messy, i know, cos i just moved in today. once we get it all cute-ened up, i’ll post a newer better video.

but for now, this is alls i got:

snapshots

And just like that, here I am.

Arrived? Check.
Safe? Check.
Not too overwhelmed (yet?). Check.
Excited? Check.
Exhausted? Check.

Nothing more than what is to be expected when one moves across the country.

And though I feel more or less like myself, I am absolutely wiped out, so today’s post is just a series of snapshots (if you will):

- i now have lived on and in between both coasts of the USA
- i love jetblue because they show TLC’s “what not to wear” and the snacks are free.
- my job prelim stuff is tomorrow instead of friday (as planned)
- i live in MASSACHUSSETTS. whats up with that?!? ;)
- i need to buy (beg borrow or steal) a bed
- the closest grocery store to my condo is (wait for it) trader joe’s! (next door to, yay, whole foods!)
- the verse about the God who has shepherded me all the days of my life up to now – still true
- the adventure is starting, and i’m so excited. and so tired. enough for now :)

between these walls

every few years when the middle of august rolls around, i find myself about to move. just as my birthday brings a new age, it seems often to accompany a new town, a new scope, a new scene.

and this year is no different. my birthday draws to a close this year, and i find myself coming full circle as i prepare to leave austin.

i arrived in austin in the fall of 2005 – pretty broken and worn down by all accounts, a virtual train wreck as my memory serves me, and in the saddest state of affairs i imagined a person could be. somehow, though, i made it to D’s house, and my return to austin began. i lived, those first few months, in L’s room – the enchanting, soft green walls contrasted by the vibrant red sheets and dark wood furniture. When I arrived, the room had been cleaned out – the walls were bare; L’s pictures were hung in her downtown apartment, and only one small print was pinned loosely on the wall.

For six months those soft walls were my haven, and I spent countless nights worrying, crying, and finally learning to rest between them.

three years have passed and, i am once again enclosed within the same walls, though they are countenanced differently now. frames and posters smile down, candles and beads, a japanese lamp in the corner.

it is my last night here — tomorrow i am in transition, and then wednesday the change begins — and it is nice to look back and think of all the little things that have gradually accumulated on the walls and in the room over the past three years. the red sheets are the same, and the green is as soft as ever, but my literary mind cannot help but read into the scene a little: once empty, and now, again, alive.

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