No idle hands

There are just two weeks left before the big work odyssey. Almost two months away from home. I'll miss all the Mark Twain weather ("The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.") I'll miss you, Z.

I am struggling with having a job while starting to build a career. And learning how to take care of myself after spending 11 hours a day taking care of others. 

And I am struggling with this blog. What should it be...

Photo c/o the British Campaign for Wool. 

Note

I'm still in love with you. 

Summer 2012

Every year, every day and every second I find myself changing. And when I reflect I am amazed at where I am. The changes are most striking when one reconnects with older friends, those who were once your shadow, and who you now live so far away from. I feel like a deer in headlights. I stare at them, and think "Who are you?! What have you done with my friend?" Ignoring that we have grown apart.

Then there are the friends that seem to grow with you, although apart. The friends with whom you see again for the first time in years or speak on the phone for the first time in months and it's as if the time and distance were nonexistent. Those are the friends that I treasure the most and I am lucky enough to have several.

I miss you, I love you much.

Most beautiful darlings.

Bring Me West

Another gap.

In the middle of May, I leave my apartment next to the city of ashes, where I have lived for the past two years, and settle in a city of technological significance.

I am going to try and document this process, going to try and find myself again.

Z, darling, I love you more every day.

~ LC

Last Summer and On and On

I have not updated in a year. It doesn't seem so long, and yet a world of things have happened since I last typed symbols onto a screen and uploaded them onto the web.

First, I'm living in Detroit. The Dutchman left and has been replaced by a tire mogul's son. Last summer began with a multitude of ambitions-knitting, reading, trips, moving across the Atlantic; ambitions that have been left incomplete.

I traveled to Germany, Greece, Seattle, Chicago, New York, Boston, Canada, upstate New York.

A college friend and I are discussing a joint blog, and I realized, looking over the old entries, how much I miss making collections of my personal aesthetic. I also miss having my own identity. I'm in grad school, as a future librarian or archivist. And after spending months wrapped up in my own despair, I've begun to make my way out of it...

All-Nighter

The work of four years' reward is in jeopardy.

I cried. But, I'll just have to pull through.

Cherry Blossoms

It has been about 70F for the past 2 weeks, and even up to 90F yesterday, so all the trees have bloomed quickly and begun to sprout little leaves. All the warm weather has brought the city back to life, and even though I find myself trapped in a library writing a thesis, I am still dreaming about spring, summer, warm weather and other lovely little things...