I have a hellish commute. I drive from my perfect little oasis in Heroin infested Baltimore to Rockville. Every.Damn.Day. For those who know the beltway (and all its evilness) that is horrible by anyone’s standards. And while I know there are worse commutes, mine is pretty bad. I normally curse people, my job, life, etc., during the 2-4 hours I spend in my car each day. Until I discovered a better NPR station. No disrespect to Baltimore’s WYPR but I can’t listen to it for anything other than traffic, weather, and the like.
Alec Baldwin has a show on WYNC called Here’s the Thing. It has become my saving grace. I listen to his converstaions and laugh. They typically make me think or remind me of similar experiences in my life. What I’ve noticed after a week of this; however, is that each episode ends with a pestering voice in my head. You don’t do anything creative these days. You don’t even blog. You don’t write. You’re basically soulless.
One of the things I miss most about Los Angeles is being around creative people. Writing at the beach (yes, us Californians are spoiled), coffee and poetry, drinks and magazine discussions. If I had to pinpoint my biggest complaint about living in Baltimore (believe me, I have many) it has to be that I’m not surrounded by creative people and therefor do less creative things which makes me feel less than happy. I’m determined to fix this. In the meantime, I’ll listen to Alec and his guests, and make plans to go see this man of mine. I must thank him for saving me from this beltway nightmare I live in.
Next mission? Sign up for some poetry events or take an improv class. Something, anything, to get my soul back.
The thing about Lupus is that it’s really good at making me feel like I’m all alone even when I’m surrounded by people who love me. I know I’m not but God, today at the doctor I damn near broke down. It was my first real public breakdown. I fought hard to keep the tears from rolling down my puffy cheeks. All I wanted was my mum there. I’m not even sure the boyfriend has seen me like this. I’m such a mess. I shouldn’t go to appointments alone but it’s all I know…but so lonely…not sure what to do.
Tomorrow is a new day.
I miss free time. You know, when you the time to browse all your favorite blogs, look at the latest fashion trends, find random stuff you have no business buying, and going on sites like Overheard in New York. I can’t even remember the last time I was on OINY. It’s been ages.
The picture above is from my last escapade to New York, while on Top of the Rock Observation Deck. Could have seriously stayed up there all day long, without a care in the world. I love the city.
This weekend I want to go explore some areas in Virginia, and maybe find some neat boutiques. I’d like to go trail running and do some yoga. Perhaps even read an actual book. Not an article or a magazine but a novel. I’m thinking of devouring A Moveable Feast or possibly The Sun Also Rises, again. Lord knows I love Hemingway.
When low on spoons, Hemingway is always a necessary distraction and now isn’t any different than before.
For now, I’ll pour another glass of wine, and dream up ideas for sightseeing in New York when one of the besties comes to visit next month. She has been my sanity lately, and I
can’t wait need to see her.
Most days, I am not holed up somewhere cursing the mid-Atlantic region and the evil (some, not all) people who live here. Most days, I’m pretty happy. Sometimes however, I miss home…The sunshine of SoCal, the laid back attitudes, the endless adventures and activities and lets not forget the beaches. Pacific, my love. Who wouldn’t miss that?
The one saving grace I have here (there are a few actually) is that I have managed to find some really great people who I love being around. You know the types: friends who you can meet up with and have no plans whatsoever but figure out your afternoon as it is happens. You can spend hours in stores (or cafes), browsing, trying on outfits, dancing (I do this everywhere) and discussing the ever important details of each other’s lives. On difficult days, it helps to have friends to do this with. I may never stop longing for certain aspects of Cali but for the time being, hanging out with awesome humans sure does make it bearable and on most afternoons/late nights, enjoyable as well.
To the young lady pictured beside me below, thank you. You are loved!
It’s such a charming little city. After living in Maryland for the past seven months or so, I finally visited the capital. There’s something for everyone; from crab cakes, to antique shops, to delightful fudge and caramel shops, the place makes for a nice day trip and an escape from wherever you happen to live.
I’ll certainly go back, with the bf in tow. There were too many amazing pieces in the antique vintage stores that need a home!
Spring is here after making me sit through an agonizing four months of brutal cold. Okay, so it wasn’t that bad but still. I missed warmth. Today was a whopping 76 degrees! I went out for a walk on my break and could have stayed out for the remainder of the day. The Cherry Blossoms were beautiful. Oh, how I love this weather!
Hopefully, I’ll be able to take some awesome pics soon.
After experiencing my first winter outside of sunny Los Angeles, I’ve decided that I handled it quite well. I love the depth that is created with layers of and layers of clothing while trying to be both fashionable and warm. This past week or so though I’ve lost some inspiration and my outfits have been less than amazing. You have those days, right?
Even though I still loved my winter experience and it’s been great and I cannot wait for the warm days ahead. I miss sandals and flip flops and the casual sexiness that comes with a maxi dress. I miss throwing on a slouchy cardigan, a racer back tee, some short shorts and running out the house with nothing more than a structured bag and sun glasses. I especially am sick of putting on a scarf every.single.morning. It was great at first and I proclaimed to love scarfs but I’m sick of them!
Yesterday marked the first day of Spring but it’s still cold and dreary in DC/Baltimore. Soon (hopefully!) it will start looking like Spring and I simply can’t wait. I’ve been imagining my outfits for the coming season while I dream warm thoughts.
Basically, I miss this.