Tuesday, January 25, 2011

It's because I need to "quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock".

Dear Patrick,
I keep waiting for pictures before I update this. But, seeing as I will never get them, I'ma updating you now. In the middle of December I moved my butt from the wilderness of North Carolina to the mouseless Salt Lake City suburbs. And while I'm constantly on the lookout for signs of rodent life, I'm continually amazed that there are none to be found. And I am so happy about that. One of my favorite people in the world (name: Jessie) flew out and drove across the entire United States of America with me and it was the best road trip we could ask for. Margot was the perfect travel companion and we mostly took pictures of her all the way home like creepy cat ladies should.
She only got restless in Wyoming. But then again, so did we. Wyoming is the worst state. We crossed the state line into Utah and I had tears. My best line of the day was, "I don't know if I'm crying because I'm laughing or crying because I hate Wyoming so much." And then we were home. Key points of the trip:
  • Jessie's dad calling as if on cue as we passed through each state with a nice anecdote of his earlier life and the respective state. "...did I ever tell you about the time I sold bibles door to door in Illinois?...."
  • Jessie carrying Margot around the Nebraska-Lincoln campus in her jacket while I was in a meeting. She went in the bookstore. She went in the Union. She let her run free in a classroom. Yeah, Margot is a cat. And Jessie is the funniest.
  • Not knowing what to do when an ambulance with its lights on is going 25 on the freeway. Turns out the freeway was solid ice. We had no idea.
  • My cousin, Jaymee, deciding he needed to wear Jessie's flowery Uggs to go out to the car. (This one needs the picture).
  • The Stroud house on a snow day. Yes, please. "Dogs DON'T stand up!"
  • Jessie's narcolepsy.
So now I'm home and finding out how unemployable I am. What? No one needs someone who has studied a more-or-less dead art form for the last four years? That's surprising. And stupid. So, the grad school applications are almost finished and I'm headed to Honduras next week to take more pictures and not be cold for 5 minutes. Dream. 4Life always comes through.

And with it being January, I've decided I need some resolutions. Here's the first draft.
1. Learn to like foods that grow. Namely, vegetables.
2. Find a new place to call home. I think I've caught a nomadic bug.
3. Get a job.
4. Take more pictures.
5. Kill the nostalgia and really simplify.
6. Learn to read and make it a habit.
7. Start a legitimate etsy shop.
8. Make.

That's enough. Sorry for the stupid lack of posting. More soon.
Love, Adrienne