It's been a while, and I don't really have the energy to get everything caught up on here right now. But things are good, and I can feel summer warming my insides up more every day as it gets closer. Dave and I are looking for a new place to live together again, and that feels like the most right thing in the world right now. I am so unbelievably blessed to have what I have.
I am almost ready to read back through my whole blog and everything I poured into my writing last year. I am ready to remember the wisdom I gained during my time alone. I feel like coming back home was such an upheaval a year ago, and I wasn't ready to put my life back together while also incorporating all the things I learned about myself. I just wasn't strong enough I suppose. But I feel more put together now and my heart wants to move forward. I want to get back to the place where I don't need anything outside of myself to see that I am a beautiful and kind person who deserves beautiful and kind things in her life. I know it's the truth, but sometimes we know things in our minds but our hearts take longer to follow suite.
Last year was all about tearing down the old and exploring the new. This year has been, and will continue to be, about building the kind of life I want to have. It's going to take work and it won't be the most relaxing time of my life, but it's necessary and I want that for myself.
I truly know now that happiness isn't a destination that we get to after we check off all the thing on our life's "Happiness To-Do List." Choosing to live like that will always result in checking things off, but also always adding more things to the list along the way as we grow and change.
Happiness is actually a choice. Not like a big dramatic choice that is made one afternoon while praying in a Buddhist Temple in Chiang Mai. I wish it was that easy. It's actually a choice that is made every day when you open your eyes, and every night when you go to sleep. It's making an agreement with your heart that you aren't going to listen to your mind. I am ready to start listening to my heart instead of my mind.
Wish me luck.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Heart Day
It's been a really long time.
I know.
It hasn't been quiet or uneventful months by any means. So much has happened. I have had so much to say, but not a lot of patience to sort through it all and put it into words.
Another winter gone by, and even though it's not over yet, I am relieved to have the holidays and snow behind me for the season. I came out on the other side of 2013 surprisingly okay. Unharmed really, although kind of busted up in my own ways. Actually, pretty damn busted up in my own ways. But It's halfway through February now and I can't hardly believe it's been a year since I sat in a cafe during my one night in Laos on Valentine's Day, eating a pink piece of cake alone and completely exploding with the possibilities of the universe. I felt really powerful. And, although I have to admit that piece of cake was actually pretty awful, at the time, I was so damned proud that I was there and able to eat it all alone in a city that I knew nobody in.
I remember that 12 hour overnight drive to the capitol of Laos. I needed to get my visa re-stamped because my 30 visa was fast approaching expiration.I had just barely gotten over my month-long panic attack from being in a new country without a clue in the world. I had never been set so free of responsibility and troubles in my life. Which ultimately brought on it's own set of troubles: I had no idea what to do with myself, or even who the hell I was.
Only days before that drive to the border, I spend my last night in Pai (the first of several trips to Pai) and I stopped. I finally gave myself permission to just shut up about it already, because ultimately I was terrorizing myself, and it wasn't serving me in any way. I was half way around the world. Yes, I had done it. Three cheers horray. But what was the point if I wasn't going to do the work I had gone there to do? At some point between that last night in Pai and that overnight death-defying van ride to the border, something amazing happened.
I stopped, and I listened. Really, truly listened. In a way that I haven't been able to listen since, or before. I heard the universe. I heard what had to say. And it was honestly the most amazing and beautiful feeling of my entire life.
I remember that van ride. On paper, it was awful. I am pretty sure the Thai driver was on stimulant drugs to stay awake, it was much too bumpy and windy to sleep. But somehow, against all odds, I was the most happy and hopeful girl in the whole entire world that night. I had my earbuds in, and I just looked out past all the dark tree shapes outside my window, and I felt like I saw the stars for the first time in my life. My eyes felt like they couldn't hold all the stars in them. But they wanted to. I felt like I was going to explode with all the love the universe had to give me and it didn't matter what happened to me, good or bad on that trip, I was love. And that had always been the truth, but I had just never known it until that moment. Wow.
It's been a year. I have never had a year like that, and I probably never will. Where am I now?
I am happy. I am hopeful.
And although I am not currently holding all the stars of the sky in my eyes, I am once again on that path to finding that feeling of truth again. My spirituality and connection isn't a destination, I have learned. It's not a place I can buy a ticket for, and land on the other side of the world to discover. It's going to evolve and change for me my whole life and take on new meanings and shapes until the day I die. It will probably never look the same from one year to the next, which is something I am coming to terms with. It's a really difficult task to chase something you want so badly, only to find that it has changed into something different the moment you approach it. I have realized that it really helps to not go through that chase alone. It is good to be strong enough to do it alone, but I no longer believe that I have to be alone to be strong enough.
Happy Valentine's Day, but every day is deserving of celebrating love.
I know.
It hasn't been quiet or uneventful months by any means. So much has happened. I have had so much to say, but not a lot of patience to sort through it all and put it into words.
Another winter gone by, and even though it's not over yet, I am relieved to have the holidays and snow behind me for the season. I came out on the other side of 2013 surprisingly okay. Unharmed really, although kind of busted up in my own ways. Actually, pretty damn busted up in my own ways. But It's halfway through February now and I can't hardly believe it's been a year since I sat in a cafe during my one night in Laos on Valentine's Day, eating a pink piece of cake alone and completely exploding with the possibilities of the universe. I felt really powerful. And, although I have to admit that piece of cake was actually pretty awful, at the time, I was so damned proud that I was there and able to eat it all alone in a city that I knew nobody in.
I remember that 12 hour overnight drive to the capitol of Laos. I needed to get my visa re-stamped because my 30 visa was fast approaching expiration.I had just barely gotten over my month-long panic attack from being in a new country without a clue in the world. I had never been set so free of responsibility and troubles in my life. Which ultimately brought on it's own set of troubles: I had no idea what to do with myself, or even who the hell I was.
Only days before that drive to the border, I spend my last night in Pai (the first of several trips to Pai) and I stopped. I finally gave myself permission to just shut up about it already, because ultimately I was terrorizing myself, and it wasn't serving me in any way. I was half way around the world. Yes, I had done it. Three cheers horray. But what was the point if I wasn't going to do the work I had gone there to do? At some point between that last night in Pai and that overnight death-defying van ride to the border, something amazing happened.
I stopped, and I listened. Really, truly listened. In a way that I haven't been able to listen since, or before. I heard the universe. I heard what had to say. And it was honestly the most amazing and beautiful feeling of my entire life.
I remember that van ride. On paper, it was awful. I am pretty sure the Thai driver was on stimulant drugs to stay awake, it was much too bumpy and windy to sleep. But somehow, against all odds, I was the most happy and hopeful girl in the whole entire world that night. I had my earbuds in, and I just looked out past all the dark tree shapes outside my window, and I felt like I saw the stars for the first time in my life. My eyes felt like they couldn't hold all the stars in them. But they wanted to. I felt like I was going to explode with all the love the universe had to give me and it didn't matter what happened to me, good or bad on that trip, I was love. And that had always been the truth, but I had just never known it until that moment. Wow.
It's been a year. I have never had a year like that, and I probably never will. Where am I now?
I am happy. I am hopeful.
And although I am not currently holding all the stars of the sky in my eyes, I am once again on that path to finding that feeling of truth again. My spirituality and connection isn't a destination, I have learned. It's not a place I can buy a ticket for, and land on the other side of the world to discover. It's going to evolve and change for me my whole life and take on new meanings and shapes until the day I die. It will probably never look the same from one year to the next, which is something I am coming to terms with. It's a really difficult task to chase something you want so badly, only to find that it has changed into something different the moment you approach it. I have realized that it really helps to not go through that chase alone. It is good to be strong enough to do it alone, but I no longer believe that I have to be alone to be strong enough.
Happy Valentine's Day, but every day is deserving of celebrating love.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Hi, I'm the Mayor.
Today I realized that I need to pump the breaks on some things I've been doing.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Not literally, but might as well have been. I slept in wayyy more than I ever do (probably due to me going from class this weekend from 8-5 and not getting much sleep at night), I woke up with a headache, my eyes were puffy, and my hair was ridiculous. Ok, well my hair is always ridiculous when I wake up. I managed to drop and spill multiple things before I could even get a drop of coffee to my lips. I realized I needed to start laundry but then realized that I didn't have enough quarters to use the dryer. I knew that tomorrow I will be starting a job that I accepted out of desperation, but don't really want. And today I was going to go and apply for the job that I really do want. Needless to say, not a Tony the Tiger start to my day.
I finally managed to get coffee made and sat on the couch, and turned on the T.V. to Food Network to watch cooking shows like I have been every morning during my unemployed weeks here. When I first came back to Portland, the channel that I hadn't had access to all year brought me joy, I love cooking shows, and even Guy Fieri was starting to become someone I didn't hate during my long days alone at home. But I sat down this morning and realized that I didn't actually want to watch it. I was watching it to distract me from my own anxiety now. If I was locked into Ina Garten making a platter of finger sandwiches, I wasn't thinking so hard about how freaked out I am. But pushing the anxious thoughts away just made me feel worse. Kind of like procrastinating homework. The longer you avoid it, the more it distorts into something way worse than the actual work it actually is. So, I saw that my anxiety is actually my homework. Like, the kind homework assignment of a research paper that takes many long hours of sorting through information and feelings and citing sources (always hated that part). I need to sort through the information that is real, work through my feelings and match them properly with the facts of how things really are, and cite my sources of what's causing all that anxiety. <--Ok that's at least ten metaphor-for-life points.
I realized that I haven't really thought much of myself lately. What's up with that? I'm awesome. Funny how you can go from a strong confident person to a pile of WTF in a relatively short period of time. I also think it's funny that when I was younger, I always felt like once I reached that strong, confident stage of my life, I would be able to stay there and that nothing would be able to knock me down. Like it was a destination that, if I could just get there, I would be able to become a permanent resident of.
"Hi, I'm HaLee, and I am the mayor of my own wonderful, beautiful, concrete, confident town, and every day is Independence Day!"
Har har har.
The difference in me being young and me being old as balls now is that I now know that it doesn't work that way. Those gorgeous highs of feeling like nothing can get me down always inevitably dip back down to needing to work on myself again. And by work on myself, I don't mean physically, I mean emotionally and intellectually. The problem with my emotional framework, is that I get stuck on thinking it means physically sometimes. I noticed today that I have been disliking myself these past few weeks. Not liking what my hair is doing, feeling like it always needs to look a certain way to be likable to strangers (yeah totally logical right?). Being kind of pissed off at my body for losing the tan I was able to maintain all through the year via a tropical country and summer in Idaho, also for not being able to shake off the 10 pounds that are left from me stuffing my face in said tropical country. Being annoyed at my skin for not gracefully changing with the seasons. Annoyed at my- ok well you get the point.
SO. I turned off the T.V. I sat on the futon and turned on some music. And just drank my coffee. I did that thing you always do in yoga class where you breathe in and out deeply, "inhaling in light and love..... and exhaling bad energy." I cried a little and then I felt better.
I know I have the tools to get through this. If I don't then what the eff has this year been about? Maybe I just need to sit down and re-read my blog and remember that this crap I am going through is the same emotional crap that I went through many times before, and that the cycle really needs to come to an end.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Not literally, but might as well have been. I slept in wayyy more than I ever do (probably due to me going from class this weekend from 8-5 and not getting much sleep at night), I woke up with a headache, my eyes were puffy, and my hair was ridiculous. Ok, well my hair is always ridiculous when I wake up. I managed to drop and spill multiple things before I could even get a drop of coffee to my lips. I realized I needed to start laundry but then realized that I didn't have enough quarters to use the dryer. I knew that tomorrow I will be starting a job that I accepted out of desperation, but don't really want. And today I was going to go and apply for the job that I really do want. Needless to say, not a Tony the Tiger start to my day.
I finally managed to get coffee made and sat on the couch, and turned on the T.V. to Food Network to watch cooking shows like I have been every morning during my unemployed weeks here. When I first came back to Portland, the channel that I hadn't had access to all year brought me joy, I love cooking shows, and even Guy Fieri was starting to become someone I didn't hate during my long days alone at home. But I sat down this morning and realized that I didn't actually want to watch it. I was watching it to distract me from my own anxiety now. If I was locked into Ina Garten making a platter of finger sandwiches, I wasn't thinking so hard about how freaked out I am. But pushing the anxious thoughts away just made me feel worse. Kind of like procrastinating homework. The longer you avoid it, the more it distorts into something way worse than the actual work it actually is. So, I saw that my anxiety is actually my homework. Like, the kind homework assignment of a research paper that takes many long hours of sorting through information and feelings and citing sources (always hated that part). I need to sort through the information that is real, work through my feelings and match them properly with the facts of how things really are, and cite my sources of what's causing all that anxiety. <--Ok that's at least ten metaphor-for-life points.
I realized that I haven't really thought much of myself lately. What's up with that? I'm awesome. Funny how you can go from a strong confident person to a pile of WTF in a relatively short period of time. I also think it's funny that when I was younger, I always felt like once I reached that strong, confident stage of my life, I would be able to stay there and that nothing would be able to knock me down. Like it was a destination that, if I could just get there, I would be able to become a permanent resident of.
"Hi, I'm HaLee, and I am the mayor of my own wonderful, beautiful, concrete, confident town, and every day is Independence Day!"
Har har har.
The difference in me being young and me being old as balls now is that I now know that it doesn't work that way. Those gorgeous highs of feeling like nothing can get me down always inevitably dip back down to needing to work on myself again. And by work on myself, I don't mean physically, I mean emotionally and intellectually. The problem with my emotional framework, is that I get stuck on thinking it means physically sometimes. I noticed today that I have been disliking myself these past few weeks. Not liking what my hair is doing, feeling like it always needs to look a certain way to be likable to strangers (yeah totally logical right?). Being kind of pissed off at my body for losing the tan I was able to maintain all through the year via a tropical country and summer in Idaho, also for not being able to shake off the 10 pounds that are left from me stuffing my face in said tropical country. Being annoyed at my skin for not gracefully changing with the seasons. Annoyed at my- ok well you get the point.
SO. I turned off the T.V. I sat on the futon and turned on some music. And just drank my coffee. I did that thing you always do in yoga class where you breathe in and out deeply, "inhaling in light and love..... and exhaling bad energy." I cried a little and then I felt better.
I know I have the tools to get through this. If I don't then what the eff has this year been about? Maybe I just need to sit down and re-read my blog and remember that this crap I am going through is the same emotional crap that I went through many times before, and that the cycle really needs to come to an end.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Hippy Thoughts. Hug Me.
I've had to place much more trust than usual in the universe this month. I am completely blind to what the rest of the year holds in store for me. So many things could go wrong like woah. Sometimes I just have to literally open my arms, throw my head back, and ask for a hug from whatever the hell is up there. I am scared. Really scared.
The sunshiney-hippy-karma-believing part of me, of course, is saying "Everything will be okay, remember that thing you always say. Everything always happens for a reason. Remember that lesson you learned. You don't have control so just fucking relax. Remember that feeling you felt this year. The universe tugging you in the direction you were meant to go in." Hey hippy part of me, screw you. I'm kidding. Kind of.
I can't believe that tear ducts don't just shrivel up and turn into raisins after over-usage. Fascinating stuff.
The sunshiney-hippy-karma-believing part of me, of course, is saying "Everything will be okay, remember that thing you always say. Everything always happens for a reason. Remember that lesson you learned. You don't have control so just fucking relax. Remember that feeling you felt this year. The universe tugging you in the direction you were meant to go in." Hey hippy part of me, screw you. I'm kidding. Kind of.
I can't believe that tear ducts don't just shrivel up and turn into raisins after over-usage. Fascinating stuff.
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| Frickin hug me, universe. |
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Mess
I realized something today when I answered a phone call from my dad while I was in a thrift store dressing room, in the middle of sobbing my eyes out. Well, I realized two things. First, I should really get my shit together in public, I am probably freaking people out on the other side of the door. Second, I have been in serious denial about what a mess I am.
Monday, September 30, 2013
The Third Chapter: Portland
AaaaarrrRRRgggggBBBLlleEEEhhhhhhUuuuuuGGGG.
That's the sound I feel like making. And if anyone were around to appreciate the angsty-frustratingly wonderful noise all those letters make when coming out of my mouth, I would say it out loud. But there is nobody at home, so typing it is the next best thing.
I have been back in Portland for nearly 4 weeks. Lots of things have happened. Multiple weddings have happened. Multiple engagements have happened. I am still looking for a job. And I ended my relationship.
Now, this blog is read by who-the-hell-knows. I know some percentage of readers are people who I don't necessarily feel like spilling my guts to about personal details of my life that I am not yet ready to divulge to the public. The previous sentence is dumb, because it sort of takes the journal-like quality out of my blog, and to me, that is the heart of the writing I do on here. However, the stance both David and I have taken on our break up is this: the people who matter will ask. We don't need to seek people out and tell them. We don't need to blast it on Facebook. There aren't many people in our lives outside of family who we felt the need to seek out and tell, and unless we have found ourselves in situations where it feels appropriate to share it, we haven't. Sometimes it feels like people like to have a big juicy story to go along with people's break-ups. We don't really have one. Life is a big ball of weird, and that's all I have to tell you.
A big part of my growth in the last year is figuring out how to get all the insincere, superficial and selfish friendships out of my life. The people who only talk to you when they want something from you, the people who can spend an entire afternoon blabbing about their lives and never ask you how you are doing. The people who take take take, and rarely give back. The people who greeted me when I returned home from Thailand with nothing but stories of themselves, hardly asking anything at all about my year. I gotten some of those people out of my life. And you know what I found? That doesn't leave many people left. It's a little bit strange pulling all those relationships out of your life, and looking around and realizing that there aren't many people left worth keeping. It's also an absolutely fantastic feeling being free from having to give your energy to those people anymore. My energy is MINE. It's good energy, it's loving energy, it's vibrant energy. People need to earn that from me. I no longer feel the need to throw my energy out there, hoping that somebody, anybody, will take it and give me some of theirs.
FUCK. That is WONDERFUL, isn't it?
Portland doesn't have my heart anymore. I have accepted it. I am not happy being here, but I am happy to have some things here that I didn't have in other places. I am starting school in two weeks to become a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner. I had a brief time this month where I decided I wasn't going to do the program, and I am now officially enrolled. I am excited again and that is nice. My plan right now is to be getting my first ever friend roommate by November at the latest. I am nervous like WOAH, because this is a friendship that I don't want to lose over who didn't clean the toilet, but I am also excited because new experiences have brought me lots of good things this year, and I believe this will be one of them.
By December, this year will have been almost exactly 1/3 Thailand, 1/3 Idaho, and 1/3 Oregon. So far, the first two thirds of the year have always started off bumpy and terrifying and hard. And this one has proved to start the same. But I am already almost a month in and I know in my heart that everything will smooth itself out. It always has. I am a lucky girl with people who love me and I am fortunate to have gotten to have this year be so diverse and beautiful.
That's the sound I feel like making. And if anyone were around to appreciate the angsty-frustratingly wonderful noise all those letters make when coming out of my mouth, I would say it out loud. But there is nobody at home, so typing it is the next best thing.
I have been back in Portland for nearly 4 weeks. Lots of things have happened. Multiple weddings have happened. Multiple engagements have happened. I am still looking for a job. And I ended my relationship.
Now, this blog is read by who-the-hell-knows. I know some percentage of readers are people who I don't necessarily feel like spilling my guts to about personal details of my life that I am not yet ready to divulge to the public. The previous sentence is dumb, because it sort of takes the journal-like quality out of my blog, and to me, that is the heart of the writing I do on here. However, the stance both David and I have taken on our break up is this: the people who matter will ask. We don't need to seek people out and tell them. We don't need to blast it on Facebook. There aren't many people in our lives outside of family who we felt the need to seek out and tell, and unless we have found ourselves in situations where it feels appropriate to share it, we haven't. Sometimes it feels like people like to have a big juicy story to go along with people's break-ups. We don't really have one. Life is a big ball of weird, and that's all I have to tell you.
A big part of my growth in the last year is figuring out how to get all the insincere, superficial and selfish friendships out of my life. The people who only talk to you when they want something from you, the people who can spend an entire afternoon blabbing about their lives and never ask you how you are doing. The people who take take take, and rarely give back. The people who greeted me when I returned home from Thailand with nothing but stories of themselves, hardly asking anything at all about my year. I gotten some of those people out of my life. And you know what I found? That doesn't leave many people left. It's a little bit strange pulling all those relationships out of your life, and looking around and realizing that there aren't many people left worth keeping. It's also an absolutely fantastic feeling being free from having to give your energy to those people anymore. My energy is MINE. It's good energy, it's loving energy, it's vibrant energy. People need to earn that from me. I no longer feel the need to throw my energy out there, hoping that somebody, anybody, will take it and give me some of theirs.
FUCK. That is WONDERFUL, isn't it?
Portland doesn't have my heart anymore. I have accepted it. I am not happy being here, but I am happy to have some things here that I didn't have in other places. I am starting school in two weeks to become a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner. I had a brief time this month where I decided I wasn't going to do the program, and I am now officially enrolled. I am excited again and that is nice. My plan right now is to be getting my first ever friend roommate by November at the latest. I am nervous like WOAH, because this is a friendship that I don't want to lose over who didn't clean the toilet, but I am also excited because new experiences have brought me lots of good things this year, and I believe this will be one of them.
By December, this year will have been almost exactly 1/3 Thailand, 1/3 Idaho, and 1/3 Oregon. So far, the first two thirds of the year have always started off bumpy and terrifying and hard. And this one has proved to start the same. But I am already almost a month in and I know in my heart that everything will smooth itself out. It always has. I am a lucky girl with people who love me and I am fortunate to have gotten to have this year be so diverse and beautiful.
Written a Month Ago, Let's Just Get it Posted.
Alright, alright. I know I ended my last blog post with a list of wonderful shit that I am grateful for here, but the list-making just isn't finished yet. Sorry! But ya'll will have to endure some more list readin' if I have anything to say about it. Me and the 'rents were making an impromptu list of all the epic things I've gotten to do this summer, and I had a hard time keeping track of it all. Ya know how sometimes a period of time in your life is just so jam-packed full of awesome that you worry you will forget some of the awesome shit that went down? Ya. So, another list I shall make. (in no particular order)
-Went kite-flying, zoo-exploring, backyard-tenting, pool-swimming, sometimes-yelling, and whole lot of loving with my nephews and niece. <3
-Sucessfull morel-mushroom hunting for the first time since I was a kid. SCORE
-Made it to my brother's beautiful country wedding
-Attended the first official Thompson family reunion and saw some family members for the first time in a decade!
-Hiked 15 miles and two days in Glacier, Montana. ALWAYS wanted to go there. One of the most beautiful places I've ever been. Wow.
-Went to Red Lodge and saw the Beartooth Pass finally. Fell in love with Montana.
-Had a much-needed girls weekend in Park City, Utah with my mom, sister, and sister-in-law
-Taught my nephews and niece how to cook their favorite vegetables. Made me SO happy
-Ran my first 5k with my Sis!
-Went to the Grand Targhee Music Festival for the first time since I was a kid!
-Part-time chicken wrangler with my parent's new flock. Mom swears chickens are the key to happiness.
-Spent lots of time with my great-grandmother Lee and had some wonderful visits with my Grandma Floran. Much appreciated and needed.
-Floated the Hoback river, been itching for that all year
-Watched how homebrewed beer is made. Holy nerdballs, that is intense stuff. So cool.
-Went country dancing! Ok, got rained out but still learned some moves. My jitterbug is better for sure.
-Learned how to jar and pickle with mama <3
Time to pack up the old 'Rolla and head West.
-Went kite-flying, zoo-exploring, backyard-tenting, pool-swimming, sometimes-yelling, and whole lot of loving with my nephews and niece. <3
-Sucessfull morel-mushroom hunting for the first time since I was a kid. SCORE
-Made it to my brother's beautiful country wedding
-Attended the first official Thompson family reunion and saw some family members for the first time in a decade!
-Hiked 15 miles and two days in Glacier, Montana. ALWAYS wanted to go there. One of the most beautiful places I've ever been. Wow.
-Went to Red Lodge and saw the Beartooth Pass finally. Fell in love with Montana.
-Had a much-needed girls weekend in Park City, Utah with my mom, sister, and sister-in-law
-Taught my nephews and niece how to cook their favorite vegetables. Made me SO happy
-Ran my first 5k with my Sis!
-Went to the Grand Targhee Music Festival for the first time since I was a kid!
-Part-time chicken wrangler with my parent's new flock. Mom swears chickens are the key to happiness.
-Spent lots of time with my great-grandmother Lee and had some wonderful visits with my Grandma Floran. Much appreciated and needed.
-Floated the Hoback river, been itching for that all year
-Watched how homebrewed beer is made. Holy nerdballs, that is intense stuff. So cool.
-Went country dancing! Ok, got rained out but still learned some moves. My jitterbug is better for sure.
-Learned how to jar and pickle with mama <3
Time to pack up the old 'Rolla and head West.
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