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Tag Archives: moving
I feel like the change I’ve sought is finally starting to happen. The gears are shifting, things are falling nicely into place, money is sorting out, my body’s pain is settling down, and I’m even starting to feel like a “local” here. It’s a big week for me, always is. Mother’s Day. It always approaches [...]
I SURVIVED THE MOVE! HOLY FUCK! Omigod. Presently recovering after bingeing on delicious spicy Thai peanut with chicken, and drinkin’ me some wine. It’s my first night alone in my place. I had four guests night one, two on night two and three, and one for the last night. Now? Alone. Oh, alone. ALONE! I should [...]
Tonight I have a party thingie so people can come say goodbye to me. Don’t I feel narcissistic. Holy cow. I never throw parties for myself but I’m sure liking this “see everyone at once and LEAVE TOWN” deal. Do I get a horse and a cowboy hat? “Ah’ll be seein’ ya, pardners.” Clearly I was big [...]
Hello, minions! For some reason, there are more of you reading me than there have been in three or so years, and I’m feeling the pressure to post at least a couple times a week as a result, despite the fact that I’m swimming the seas of crazy in these moving days. God forbid you [...]
I’m sorry I’ve been away, Minions, but life has been full-tilt of late. Since the last time I wrote and now, I’ve gotten a lot more of my belongings packed, and took a three-day trip to find my new home. Which is to say, soon I’ll be living in a new and awesome space. It’s not [...]
It was a dark and snowy morning when writergirl hit a block halfway through her blog post and said fuck that shit, and started from scratch. *** A week into Arcticapalooza 2012 here in Vancouver, and nothing about leaving the house is appealing. Tragically, the French press bottomed out on inky black gold some time [...]