Statues

Wow, what a difference a year can make. I was just glancing through my life, as blogged, this time last year. It is almost laugh-out-loud different perspectives. And you know…bad different. One thing I can say…I have definitely grown, matured, ripened, if you will. Basically I have seemingly turned into a big ole bitch about a lot of things I used to be pretty hopeful and excited about. I am trying, trying, trying to correct that.

Here’s a snip-it of my manic, across the board, thinking on my life.

As I walk from the Trader Joe’s parking lot to my truck with my milk and eggs (literally) I smile at the mental image of myself buying such basic groceries and heading home after a long day at the office. I imagined the woman checking out in front of me in the market was pretty much in the same boat as me. We happened upon eye contact in the wine section and then I got in line behind her. So I drove home to an empty apartment to be greeted by my puppy. Looking for traces of my Hugo, then remembering he left at the same time as me this morning so I will not find any new messes to comfort me in his absence tonight. I immediately delve into the production of making a dinner / lunch dish for tonight and tomorrow. I uncork my red wine, throw my tofu and veggie lasagna into the oven and walk Shaka around the block.

The entire walk was a freaked out incident of me not being able to stop myself from imagining the bodily pain I could feel if I were to meet my gruesome end on that walk. I am probably in morbid thought mode because of Sweeny Todd. Hugo had me meet him at the movie house last night and would not tell me which movie he had bought tickets to. It was nice to do this. The movie, however, was a total blood fest. An albeit beautiful blood fest with an inspiring musical performance by Monsieur Depp that has had me singing Broadway tunes all day.

Meandering thoughts abounding, I am back here full circle, in my bathrobe, in the living room, finishing off my second (third) serving of my tofu/veggie lasagna and my second (really second) glass of red wine. I am wondering if I still hate my life. I am pretty sure I don’t actually love it anymore. The wine is excellent except that every other sip I have is total crap…do you see where this is going?

I will spare you the rest of it.

Homegrown

Now I shall return to my village and there will remain at the disposition of the nation.
- Charles De Gaulle, 1899 - 1970


Sometimes you have to travel all the way across the ocean to realize you might actually enjoy your life. Can I just take a moment to share with you how much I needed a vacation. I needed a vacation the way that the way that a screaming baby needs mother's milk. There is literally nothing else that could have shut me up. For the past 6-8 months I have been all, "I hate my life, blah, blah, blah" and "I am stuck, I am depressed, I wanna run away to a foreign land and live in a tent in the desert and marry a sultan - anything really - as long as it gets me out of this god forsaken city of Atlanta that has absolutely nothing to offer me".

And now I'm all, "I love my life, I missed my friend's and family, I love Atlanta, I love my apartment, I love my relationship, I want to be here and travel and be here again forever!"

It's funny what a little two-weeker can do for one's perspective. The opportunity to immerse yourself in another language, culture, food selection and family is not to be missed. It might just...Flip your script!

"The perfect journey is circular - the joy of departure and the joy of return."
- Dino Basili

~How I feel about Paris today~

Trying again in 2008!

Here's to little bit of brilliance

These past few days have been slightly littered with brilliance, if not extreme beauty. Xmas brought castels, snow, frozen lakes to run and slide on and roasted chestnuts. This is all slightly comforting to me. However, the surprisingly best part of this trip has simply been the time away from that thing that I do that I never talk about on this blog.

I feel upon my return to the states it is my duty to start pursuing the dream of moving back to Europe. Being in Germany this whole time I have realized that this is most certainly not the country for me. Yes, the food is amazing and the villages and towns are gorgeous - but I will leave Germany for vacations - I still want Paris baby.

And I need to, must do so, absolutley have to make this happen for myself.
We will be travelling to Munich on Friday and that is very excititng because Munich is such a large and beautiful city. I am interested to know how I feel there.

As I am writitng this it is snowing buckets just outside the window. Real snowflakes thinkening the air with their mad rush to the ground. The snow - by the way - is like a million little slightly softened ice-cicyles. It doesn't so much clump as it layers itself upon the ground. It is beautiful and I am thankful to have that beauty in my life right now.