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Something good, every day.
In the beginning…
there were words. And love.
A vote for hope
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Today, from the other end of the country, I cast my absentee ballot (by mail) for the Canadian federal election. I did not vote for the candidate or party that I think will win. I did not vote against any candidate or party by voting “strategically.” Instead I voted with my head and my heart. I educated myself on the issues that matter to me, and did not allow myself to be persuaded by fear or anger or disgust. I voted with my conscience. I voted with love. Most importantly, I voted with hope.
Total Eclipse of the Supermoon
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forever’s gonna start tonight
Last night we sat on the deck. It was chilly and windy, but not cold. We lit a fire in the Mexican chiminea. Mom toasted marshmallows and we made s’mores with caramilk bar and graham wafers. Dad popped popcorn for the main event: the lunar eclipse. Not exactly action packed, but better than most movies. We watched the Supermoon rise over the trees after dinner. Aldon fiddled with the high-tech gadget that is my father’s telescope (that he never uses). We chatted and laughed and pointed out every slight change in the sky. We passed a set of binoculars back and forth. We worried that the trees might block the view of the main event. We sat out on the deck lit only by the bright, bright moon and the orange-red mouth of the chiminea and enjoyed a shared experience, a celestial opportunity for family bonding.
Today
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Today was as bright and sweet and cool and crisp as the apples growing in the yard. The laundry hung on the line soaking it up all day. The sheets and pillowcases still saturated by the breeze, the sun, the change in the air, and I know we’ll sleep well tonight.
In the beginning
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There was one. She craved change. The desire finally got so strong that she did something about it.
And then he appeared. But he didn’t derail her desire, he only increased it.
So she asked him to adventure with her, and he agreed. Neither of them knew what would come next, where they would go, what they would do, but they knew they’d be together.
About
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I turned 40 this year. I don’t feel I’ve aged much in the last 20 years, but I guess it’s happening. I love to travel. I love to see new things, feel new feels, smell new smells… you get the idea.
Most of my travel lately has been to the US. I was lucky enough to get to travel for work a couple of times a year, and with my folks living down there for 6 months of the year I always had a good excuse to go. I managed to see most of the US cities on my list in the past few years: New York, New Orleans, Portland, Austin, San Francisco, Chicago, Seattle etc.
I moved to South Korea in 2008. I went there to try my hand at teaching English for a year, and didn’t have a very good experience, so I came home after 3 months.
In 1999 I did a 3-week Contiki tour through Europe with my future (then) and ex (now) husband. It was a great way to see a lot of stuff and decide where I’d want to go when I returned.
About a year ago I decided that I was done with the status quo of my life. I had a great job that paid well and I really liked the people I worked with, but hated working a 9-5 office job. I quit and put my condo on the market. I decided to move to the East Coast to be closer to my family. But things didn’t go exactly (or at all) as planned. The condo didn’t sell right away. Or even fairly soon. It ended up taking 8 months. In the meantime I fell madly in love with Aldon and we started making a new plan. One where we’d stick together. One where we’d live every day as an adventure.
Here we go!
I wonder…
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What would happen if I were to write a new post on this blog a year and a half later?
I’m not expecting much. Probably nothing. Or perhaps words will start to appear again.
Shouldn’t I just give myself permission to do what I like? To pick up where I left off? Or, rather, to write again with no explanations?
Of course the answer is yes. This has always just been me, for me. Things change, but not that. Not yet, anyway.
While I welcome other eyes I wasn’t really doing it for them.