Banjo on Her Knee*

When the new year rolled around, I didn’t really think about how much travelling was in my future.

I regret that lack of foresight now†, but I have hopes that the dashing about will end in July, when I’ll have moved back to my team and friends on the opposite side of the world. I like to travel††, but I don’t like being unsettled. And while half of my wardrobe (and toothbrush, and contacts, and shampoo) live in one city, and the other half lives 90 miles away, I will continue to feel somewhat adrift. It gives me some compassion (and empathy) for those business men and women who travel all the time.^

At the same time, for the slight inconvenience of lots of travel, I get to see lots of my friends. And there really isn’t much I wouldn’t do (if it was within my means) to visit those I love and care for. So it’s worth it and I like the fact that my car is still dependable at over 276,000 miles.

However, I have gotten off topic. I was merely going to rave (and therefore thank) Jenna for taking me to a wonderful little‡ bookshop where I went a little book-crazy. Thankfully my luggage and my budget constrained my desire to double my library‡‡ though thoughts of those low prices could still make me drool a little.

Thanks for having me, Jenna! You win the award for the farthest I’ve traveled to visit someone this year.

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*That was a bad attempt at hinting where I went over the weekend.**

**Sorry, Jenna.

†Mostly because I could have emotionally prepared for these months better than I have(n’t) done. Oh hindsight… you always get to teach me something.

††I may be addicted. But I’m not admitting it’s a problem yet.

^I couldn’t do it. Not for any amount of money. Living out of a suitcase year-in and year-out is apparently Not My Thing.

‡It wasn’t really little. At all.

‡‡Which at around 600 books would be quite the undertaking.

Video Updates – April 2013

Apologies for the slight mess; I am learning how to construct exactly what I want for this new style from the ground up.

Exactly as the title says, my first (ever) video update – hopefully the first is not also the last!

https://vimeo.com/64202266

It is password protected for a measure of security: where I’m going (no spaces).

Any suggestions or hints on how to do this better are welcomed!

My First* Winter Clothes

*first meaning real. I’ve never really been through a constantly cold winter before.

So last weekend I went Shopping.**

A few moms, a  local girl and I met up at a nearby bus stop and rode for a good hour to the Northern market. I wasn’t sure what to expect; I wasn’t even sure if the market we were heading to was the one I’d heard about† which at least is underground and therefore warmer.

But we were outside. Thankfully, I had anticipated the cold and wore three layers of leggings. It was immediately visually overwhelming.††

** It deserves a capital letter. You’ll soon see why.

† It wasn’t.

†† The market, not my leggings. Though the second layer of clothes did have rhinestones that shone through the top layer. I didn’t know this until I got home.

Back to the Blog

I’ve returned! And with new pictures and experiences (fun and painful) to share.

Just fyi, I’m still in love with the street-baked sweet potatoes. Why don’t Americans live outside?* I now know that America was structured around the car, and not the bicycle, but man, have we been missing out. The teeming life on the streets of this city helps me to forget the smaller inconveniences of daily life. I love walking among these people, getting glimpses into what ‘normal’ is for them, and hearing the language all around me.

Some of you know that my scooter was stolen a few weeks back; though it was certainly not an enjoyable experience, I have enjoyed walking about the city to get around, and occasionally taking the bus when my  destination is further away. 

However, today I managed to smash my big toe into a passing curb as I was getting a ride from a friend to school. At first I was terrified I had broken it; the pain was excruciating.** But after arriving at school and finding that I could walk*** I decided I was probably okay. 

The pain had diminished, but not gone away, so I thought I should actually look at it. I know, inspired thought. So I looked. Swollen, and blood beneath the nail. According to a friend, I’ll lose the nail but otherwise be fine. 

Good thing I purchased a bus pass yesterday! Admittedly, it still requires walking to the bus stop, but I won’t have to walk twenty minutes to school with a bum toe. 

And I managed to get my winter clothes shopping done last weekend, so expect some fun pictures next post. Here’s a preview:

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And yes, those are little ears on the hood.

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* And any big city dweller can leave off their comments for now. 

** Mostly I was terrified about having to go to a hospital in this country; visions of huge and ungainly wrappings flashed before my mind’s eye.

*** Or rather, limp.

End

I’m sorry to say that this is the end of blogging for now. Every site I’ve tried (including this one, of course) is blocked here. Thanks to a friend I can at least let you know, now! I hope you have enjoyed the last few things I have to say; when I am able to use a site I will let you know by update.

I briefly tried metoyoutruly.tumblr.com if you’d like to see the few posts I have over there.

Thanks for keeping me in your thoughts.

Thanksgiving (early post)

The cheesecake I made early for Thanksgiving. It’s a little burnt on top. But for a first try.. pretty good!

Homemade caramel. It looks like gravy, I know. But it tastes pretty decent. For the roasted apples I’ll be making.

Cute stationary I found at a hole in the wall store. Maybe you will receive something fun. But not this paper. It’s for the kids. Sorry.