Friday, May 10, 2013
I constantly feel pulled by three different places and I don’t think it will ever go away. I’m a city girl, a Southern girl, and an island girl all rolled into one, and when I’m in one place I miss the other two and CAN’T WAIT to get back.
I’m not sure how this will be resolved, but I’m working on a building a lifestyle that appeases by soul, my heart and spirit.
Oh, the woes of a gypsy.
Monday, May 6, 2013
It has been nearly six months since I was home last. I know for most people, that is not a very significant amount of time, but MAN, have I been homesick.
The last time I was home, I spent most of my time praying about what I should do next. New York? Not New York? Going to the chapel, having lunch with friends, making lists on lists on lists trying to figure it all out.
Well, I still don’t have it figured all out, and I probably never will. But I know it was the right decision because it was the decision I made. At a certain point, you have to stop asking for opinions, stop making lists and make a freakin’ decision and trust that it was the best one.
So far, I can’t complain. I have my apartment (in Jersey?!), a job in the city, good people around me, and an un-ending support system that will cheer me on when I need a Gatorade break.
2013, you are flyin’. But you are lookin’ pretty good.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
As I get older, I realize more and more how much my parents have done (and do for me), how much sh*t they put up with from both my sister and me, and how lucky we are to have them.
I'll never know how my mom and dad have garnered so much patience and how they manage to take care of everything and everyone, all the time.
Faith. It must've been faith.
Today is my daddy-o's birthday! Wish him happy birthday if you see him, and if you see my mom, just give her a hug and tell her that she's great.
Grateful. Homesick. Happy here, but looking forward to Florida :)
Monday, February 25, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Every morning I wake up knowing that this day will become a part of a wonderful story.
Even on days that aren't so perfect-- when I'm cold, digging my car out of the snow; tired; poor; homesick; living in JERSEY (though voluntarily, but seriously?)-- Even on these imperfect days, I still wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Not right now.
I like that my life is ridiculous, and whimsical and fun, and while its unpredictability can be stressful, the stories... Well, I could hardly believe that this is real life either.
And it's mine, all mine.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
It was my very first game on the UF sidelines, and there I was during pre-game, standing on the 50 yard line in the Swamp. It was during the National Anthem that I looked to my right to my dear friend who I tried out with. We locked eyes as if to say, "Yup. We're really here."
I looked up at the 90 000 people around me, then scanned over the words "Florida Field" directly in front of me, written below the lights.
These lights would come to mean so much. Every game that followed, that was my moment, during the National Anthem. It was my moment to take it all in. These moments I had on the field with my team mates (who would go on to become my best friends)-- I knew they were fleeting. I knew that one day this would all have to end.
Four years since all of that has ended, I still try to remember how it felt to be under those lights. To work so hard and to experience something so special...
We all owe it to ourselves to take a second and revel in where we are and how far we've come.
So everyday, I've found my moment. I walk past the Empire State Building to and from work, and just glance up. Seconds, literally. No, I'm not in that stadium anymore. It's a different set of lights that brings me to a place of both gratitude and accomplishment. It's my moment to take it all in, because this particular time in my life and these moments in this wonderful city are fleeting. One day it will all have to end.
I hope I never forget this feeling.
I hope I always remember the lights.