Snapshots

Sometimes moments get lost. 

Either in the hustle of the week, 

or the stream of instagram. 

Here's some of what you might have missed. 

I always find myself buying more Burt's Bees now that I'm away from NC. 

I can't help how happy the 27709 or Durham, NC makes me feel.

I might..have a thing for monograms.  

I might also have a thing for cute shoes. 

I made Matzo ball soup. 

(before Mike's accident..)

Our package guy at work has excellent handwriting.. 

Shiva is not spoiled.  

OHOHOH! I got business cards at work. 

And, duh, a cute Kate Spade holder.  

Be Brave.

It's a blogging trend lately to do a "if you really know me" post. 

I can't really think of anything that scandalous.. 

I love love potatoes, 

painting makes me happy, 

and I'm ridiculously over critical of myself, 

however, it did make me think about actually being open. 

Everyone has a tendency to put their best face forward, 

to compare their behind-the-scenes to everyone else's highlight reel. 

(..yeah, I totally stole that from Pinterest.) 

So, guys. 

I'm struggling here. 

I leave Raleigh, NC in 39 days. 

THIRTY-NINE

The house is no where NEAR packed, much less cleaned. 

Although I've contacted movers, none have gotten back in touch with me

ditto on the cleaners - both carpet and house.

 So, I worry. 

I'm running out of space to put the boxes I have packed, 

and still don't know what I'm going to do with the furniture. 

So, I worry. 

I'm nervous about making the new place a home, not just another rental. 

We need new furniture for a couple rooms,

 and while only spending $1000 is better than $10,000  it's still money. 

Money that I then worry about because -I don't have a job yet.- 

Both Mike and I decided that we wanted to get everything unpacked

 and in place before I start looking for a job, 

and let's be honest, do I really have time to fly across country for a interview?

No, No I don't. I know it's only temporary, 

but it's rough temporary. 

 So, I worry. 

Shiva's not getting better. 

They said it could take two months to get rid of the mites, 

and even two more months to get her hair to grow back. 

They also said it wasn't my fault. That doesn't help, though. 

She had a rash on her stomach when I picked her up from the boarders this week. 

Rash that will probably mean more antibiotics. 

More antibiotics mean more vet visits. 

Poor little girl has hardly any hair on her face. 

So, I worry. 

poor hairless face. 

We leave for Europe in a week. 

I'm OCD when I travel. 

I like reservations, plans, organization. I have hardly any. 

We dont have train tickets, underground tickets, attraction tickets, or dinner reservations. 

We don't really even know what we're doing. 

Canal tour in Amsterdam? 

Jack the Ripper tour in London?

Romantic dinner cruise in Paris?

Versailles? Anne Frank House? The Louvre? London Eye? - all need advanced tickets.

That I haven't purchased yet. 

So, I worry. 

Did I mention that I'm going to Charleston this weekend?

And going home the weekend I'm back in town from Europe. 

My friend is also due that day, so while I hope baby comes after Europe, 

I need him to come before I leave to go home. 

I'm also heading to Charlotte, to see a dear friend. 

This one, plus his lady friends. 

I could cancel these things. 

But, I dont WANT to. 

I've been in this town, with these people, for 26 years. 

It hurts to rip out these roots and replant them somewhere far -FAR- away. 

A land without sweet tea, bojangles or mom. 

Y'all - I talk to my mom &/or dad at least twice a day. 

Not kidding. As I walk in and out of work. 

Just - chat -

YES I KNOW I CAN STILL DO THAT and that there's skype, 

but leaving work at 5pm in San Jose means calling Mom at 8pm. 

Which is fine, unless shes working 12 hour days, 

4am is early. 8pm is late. You do the math. 

Yes, I'm 26 years old and I want my mommy. 

I'm not even going to mention that I'm

training someone new at work on software that I took 2 years to learn, 

(and i have 1 day to teach)

or that the cats and Shiva are suddenly at odds, 

or that I haven't bought my bridesmaids dress yet, (SORRY APRIL, I WILL FRIDAY!)

or that it isn't easy to maintain a relationship via Skype, 

or that I worry if we'll still have friends in NC or make friends in CA, 

or...

I'm not here to whine or beg for pity. 

Just to say, it's hard. 

I decided, however, that THIS will be bought 

for over my desk in Cali. 

Because, it's what I have. 

via

It will be ok. I know it will. Things will fall into place. 

 Mike and I are happy and love each other. 

We have an amazing family unit on both sides that surrounds us

 with love and prayers and positive energy- and good food..

We have friends that we love, animals that love us, and a great future around us. 

But, sometimes it's hard. 

So, I worry. 

(I promise a full post of cute animal pictures tomorrow so that everyone laughs)

Well this is a story...

Do you guys remember Fresh Prince of Bel Air?

Feel free to refresh yourself:

Well, you remember Mike's crazy road trip?

Well, I wrote him this one morning last week, 

to help with the trip. 

(Sing it to the tune of Fresh Prince)

Well this is a story all about how, 
Mike packed the stuff out from the house, 
and then slammed it in the car and drove on out, 
for forty eight hours on a crazy route...

In West Cal-i-four-na-ya, where he heads
to start a new job and blow up his bed, 
passing by arches, and windmills, and corn
with the same ol khaki's that he's worn. 
When he gets to the house in the new neighborhood, 
he'll take a deep breath and know he done good
Then he'll fly right back and forth more than he should
before one last flight all out to Raleighwood. 

But before he comes back there's trips that are fab
to help get his soul breath and his mind of out of the lab:
DC, Lon-don, Amsterdam and Pair-ey
with his favorite redhead  the awesome terri!

then pack up the pod and send it away
shove the cats, dogs and us in the pri
and drive back home to san jose
to make a new life thats more than ok. 
I love you lots, hope you like my rap
im white like rice and rhyme like crap. 

i wrote this say you rock and you're great
and I can't wait to see you again post haste

I'm pretty much the best girlfriend ever. 

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