chinese take-out

Sometimes all you need is some food and your family and you know you are going to be all right. 

to write

the view from my kitchen window

I used to write all. the. time. I've been keeping a journal since I was in fourth grade. I still have them all, sitting in a box in the guest room. Every now and then I'll crack one open and read. I have already forgotten so much. I was dramatic about some things and had moments of insight. Both surprise me a little as I look back.

In elementary school I would write stories. I remember writing a story about a girl who fell through some ice while ice skating when I was in fourth grade. I wrote a story about the Titanic when I was in fifth. I would write about mystery and love and travel and girl power.

In college, I was naturally writing a lot. With majors in history and psychology there really is no escaping it. I learned how to structure my papers more efficiently. Write a one-sentence thesis. Defend, explain, defend again. I could lengthen when needed, cut when necessary.

Since college I really haven't written much. I hadn't thought much about it. After all I've been busy. Busy with a baby. Busy with two cross-country moves. Busy learning. Busy taking care of life.

Lately though, I've missed it. Really missed it. I have fleeting thoughts that I want to expand on, ponder and remember. I think to myself "Oh, I'll write that down later." And then the thought leaves. 

I've been taking time to write more lately. It really is rather theraputic for me. I've always been better at writing than talking.

This is all to say, that there might be a few more words around here. Instead of rushing through my posts, like I usually do, I'm going to try to slow down. Think. Say what I want in both word and image.

nevada sky

The drive from Utah to California takes you across the wilderness that is otherwise known as Nevada. Most of the time I hate this portion of the drive, but being on the road as the sun rose was really beautiful. 

new neighborhood

We're settling into our new home here in the Bay Area. It is beautiful here. I can see why people never want to leave. We've been enjoying weather in the 60s with sun everyday. We even went to the beach last Saturday...

Yeah, I could get used to this.

we're moving & merry christmas!

If we're friends or family in real life (or on facebook), you already know that we're moving! We are leaving Philadelphia (which honestly I'm really sad about) and heading out to the west coast... California!

Like the crazy people we are... we are moving over Christmas. That means the coming weeks are going to be filled with stress, love, family, travel, sleep, food, packing, unpacking, road trips, airplanes, hotel rooms and hopefully some naps.

This blog is going to be quiet until after the new year. I wish you all the merriest Christmas, we'll see you in 2012!