All I can say is that if my kids aren't half this cute ... I'm sending them back! : )
Super Cute Cassin
Friday, September 29, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive ...
hmmm ... so today is a day of triumph. Well, sort of. I'll elaborate, in a round about way - I was driving to work this morning and crossed over this "bridge" near the airport. (N.B.: I have already found an intense curiousity in having planes descend from the sky so close to my head; it's amazing to watch and try to grasp how that huge thing gets into and out of the sky). It was a hazy sun rise as most are in Southern California and I was listening to a mixed cd that I was given prior to my Boston departure. I smiled to myself b/c I have realized that Snow Patrol's "Chocolate" is in fact my anthem. That's right folks, I've claimed it! :) So as you guessed, "Chocolate" was blarring just as I was reaching the bridge crescendo and as I sang along (in my head) with the lyrics:
... With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25
I just sort of subconsciously exhaled and said, "Yup, I'm in the right place". So there you have it, one more step for Corey in her closure on Boston.
Of course the day proceeded with an email from Dad who is in Boston on a gorgeous day, a phone call from a favorite (and previous) colleague, and a SUPER STRONG urge to go to 7-11 with Melanie after work and hear "Refill" shouted with a smile upon entering.
So I remind myself that closure does not mean I have to block out all terrific memories.
... With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25
I just sort of subconsciously exhaled and said, "Yup, I'm in the right place". So there you have it, one more step for Corey in her closure on Boston.
Of course the day proceeded with an email from Dad who is in Boston on a gorgeous day, a phone call from a favorite (and previous) colleague, and a SUPER STRONG urge to go to 7-11 with Melanie after work and hear "Refill" shouted with a smile upon entering.
So I remind myself that closure does not mean I have to block out all terrific memories.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads ...
Coming Soon: Road Trip (2006) MassToCal
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious ....
Say Hello Goodbye Girl
A quick recap of my last days in Boston:
Thursday – lunch with Whit, Cam, and Jeremy at Not Your Average Joe’s, swimming at Walden Pond w/Jeremy and Whit, followed by SICKLY awesome amounts of ice cream at Kimball Farms, soccer at Harvard Fields ensued, followed by movie night at Whit’s place.
Friday – finalized things at work and then raced to Fenway Park for the Yankees vs. Red Sox game; what an appropriate way to finish up in Boston (of course we lost! – like I said, appropriate, but at least I got to "take in" Fenway one last time ... sigh), finished some packing at my house, and then Amber, Melanie, Whit and I headed to Phoenix Landing on Mass Ave in Cambridge for some dancing fun. It was “80s night/top 40” – regardless they played great music and we left soaked with sweat. (Seriously, all clubs should repeat their play list within a half hour window, especially if Madonna is in the rotation!) I had an obscene amount of fun with the girls that night. The evening can best be summarized as a game of sharks and minnows, only the four of us were literally the only minnows in the vicinity or within a 1,000 mile radius.
Saturday – rise and shine early to get packed and drop boxes at south station before heading to Salisbury Beach for some last minute beach fun. :( Amber and Mel did a terrific job planning and organizing. They had delicious food and pretty much most of the people I wanted to see were there. It was overcast and not too hot; a perfect day. We spent the afternoon munching and playing, admittedly inspiration came in the form of a young seven year old boy next to us, and a game of “long-jump” ensued. We left around 5pm -It’s about a one hour drive back to Boston. Amber rode with me and we were silent most of the time. Neither one of us wanted to talk b/c the end result would be guaranteed tears.
Saturday PM - could I really leave Boston without taking Sung (or at least a piece of him) with me? Spencer Nam & Co. hosted a Midsummer Night’s dream pajama party. The bait for participation in the themed evening was a grand prize of Spencer's old tv. I picked up some glow in the dark dinosaur pj’s from the kids section and sported those to the party, ever so confident that I would win. (BTW: there is an enormous tv sitting in my room in Huntington Beach!) :)
I said some goodbyes and naively assumed the evening was coming to a traditional end with a final run to Sev for a big gulp. Sly girls Amber, Melanie, and Whit had other plans. I was kidnapped for a fabulous evening of reminscing in the form of a 7-11 tour of Boston. It was awesome! We were all in our pajamas from the party and ran around to all the Sev's that had some meaning for me and I picked out a treat for my road trip at each one to add to my beautifully crafted road trip "kit" box.
Thursday – lunch with Whit, Cam, and Jeremy at Not Your Average Joe’s, swimming at Walden Pond w/Jeremy and Whit, followed by SICKLY awesome amounts of ice cream at Kimball Farms, soccer at Harvard Fields ensued, followed by movie night at Whit’s place.
Friday – finalized things at work and then raced to Fenway Park for the Yankees vs. Red Sox game; what an appropriate way to finish up in Boston (of course we lost! – like I said, appropriate, but at least I got to "take in" Fenway one last time ... sigh), finished some packing at my house, and then Amber, Melanie, Whit and I headed to Phoenix Landing on Mass Ave in Cambridge for some dancing fun. It was “80s night/top 40” – regardless they played great music and we left soaked with sweat. (Seriously, all clubs should repeat their play list within a half hour window, especially if Madonna is in the rotation!) I had an obscene amount of fun with the girls that night. The evening can best be summarized as a game of sharks and minnows, only the four of us were literally the only minnows in the vicinity or within a 1,000 mile radius.
Saturday – rise and shine early to get packed and drop boxes at south station before heading to Salisbury Beach for some last minute beach fun. :( Amber and Mel did a terrific job planning and organizing. They had delicious food and pretty much most of the people I wanted to see were there. It was overcast and not too hot; a perfect day. We spent the afternoon munching and playing, admittedly inspiration came in the form of a young seven year old boy next to us, and a game of “long-jump” ensued. We left around 5pm -It’s about a one hour drive back to Boston. Amber rode with me and we were silent most of the time. Neither one of us wanted to talk b/c the end result would be guaranteed tears.
Saturday PM - could I really leave Boston without taking Sung (or at least a piece of him) with me? Spencer Nam & Co. hosted a Midsummer Night’s dream pajama party. The bait for participation in the themed evening was a grand prize of Spencer's old tv. I picked up some glow in the dark dinosaur pj’s from the kids section and sported those to the party, ever so confident that I would win. (BTW: there is an enormous tv sitting in my room in Huntington Beach!) :)
I said some goodbyes and naively assumed the evening was coming to a traditional end with a final run to Sev for a big gulp. Sly girls Amber, Melanie, and Whit had other plans. I was kidnapped for a fabulous evening of reminscing in the form of a 7-11 tour of Boston. It was awesome! We were all in our pajamas from the party and ran around to all the Sev's that had some meaning for me and I picked out a treat for my road trip at each one to add to my beautifully crafted road trip "kit" box.
Kim and Mike came by around 1:00am to drop off a going away present. Kim made a cd that Mike decorated; of course, totally jealous of his artistic talents. I was also thrilled! that he had given me some prints of his paintings – the one thing that made me excited about having a new room to decorate.
In the immortal words of Margeret Jo McCullen and Teri Rialto, "Good Times".
In the immortal words of Margeret Jo McCullen and Teri Rialto, "Good Times".
"So I've started out, for God knows where ... learning to fly"
Sunday, August 20, 2006
My final back down the unforgiving driveway. I was scheduled to leave at 7am on Sunday. I left at 12:30pm. No, it wasn't HARD to leave.
Monday, August 21, 2006
"I finally left Boston. It was incredibly hard, almost impossible, to pull out of my driveway. I don’t think it was denial. I feel like it was more a huge ache in my heart knowing that I’m leaving somewhere that I love so much, and people that I care about deeply and that I CHOSE THIS. I wasn’t leaving for school, or because work asked me to relocate – this was my decision. I asked myself so many times if I was making the right choice. I think that’s what hurts the most, and immediately brings the free flow of tears, knowing that I am doing what’s best. I was driving to Amtrak on Saturday morning to drop off load number one and had a mini-epiphany while all these thoughts were swirling around in my head. While leaving is difficult to do, every time I have made “the big move” my life has only improved. I actually have an incredible life and recognize that I am generously blessed. I reflected on how I felt when I left Boston after college graduation and then compared those feelings to the ones I had when I left CA after high school graduation. Both times I had very minor freak outs but was also very satisfied with the end result..."
Now that you're gone, Now that you're gone for good ...
here are a few of the people that I will miss most from my days at Harvard.
Special Love to The Massholes - Brookie P. and Big T.
Special Love to The Massholes - Brookie P. and Big T.
Into the Blue (August 2006)
Anything I say, or type, will not help to fully capture the perfection of this trip, however, hopefully some of the pictures will suffice...
Jenna (Leah's little sister) and me on the boat
I don't want to rub it in (or maybe I do!), but my friend Cameron and I did manage to squeeze in seven dives in two days, enjoy some runs along the shoreline, and experience our own privately chartered tour of the cays (pronounced: keys).
Highligths include: Iguana Island, Shroud Cay (natural water well), Staniel Cay (note: Thunderball cave is here - as seen in James Bond and Into the Blue - that was an amazing "free dive"), Samspon Cay, and literally miles upon miles of glass like water and sunshine.
Sampson Cay
Shroud Cay
Yes the water really is that clear. It's like a very salty swimming pool (average temp. is mid-80s).
Talk the talk ...
and finally walk the walk.
(Drum roll) ...introducing the promised blog; I finally have had time to post.
(Drum roll) ...introducing the promised blog; I finally have had time to post.
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