i could write fifteen blogs about everything that has been happening in my life. i wish i had TIME to write fifteen blogs about everything, but that is not so much the case, so we will just settle for one, maybe two.
tomorrow, i am leaving the country.
i am leaving the country tomorrow.
i am simultaneously SO excited and SO nervous. i am going to copenhagen to study architecture for 7 weeks. i've been planning for tomorrow for over a year and a half, and it is finally going to come to fruition.
i hope being over there will teach me some patience. i've got a thirteen hour plane ride and god knows how many hours of train rides ahead of me. i'm six hours ahead, so there will be some waiting involved in order to communicate with family and loved ones back in the states. the danes are known for being on time, and for waiting patiently for the crosswalk signs - even if it is two in the morning and there are no cars for MILES. jaywalking is in very bad taste.
if you know me at all... i hate waiting. i am very impatient, and tend to fly around by the seat of my pants. it's not the greatest thing, and hopefully my time abroad will teach me to appreciate what is going on around me, instead of scurrying about from task to task.
i am nervous about school. but then again, i am always nervous before a new quarter starts. will i be able to understand/succeed in studio? i fear for my own creativity, that i will somehow be found lacking. i know this so far has not been the case, but those are the emotions.
it sucks to leave friends, boyfriend and family behind, but i will do my very best to update this at least once a week, and post pictures and such so you can know what is going on in my life :)
well, later days... or as they say in denmark: senere dage!!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
letting go of the things i've always clung to...
a word of advice to you all: always... always... ALWAYS...
wear pants to yoga. it'll be better that way.
ANYWAY...
i leave for denmark (well, germany first) in two weeks exactly. i just can't believe it's almost here!! i am 95% packed up, which is good as i am traveling back and forth from indina to cincinnati over the next two weeks, what with amber's wedding and working and all.
the indiana storms deposited a foot of water in the basement of my family's house. this happens to be where my bedroom is, as well as the famous family room where many a party had been held. goodbye, berber carpet. goodbye, chutes and ladders. goodbye, mattress and paperback books.
after my harddrive on my laptop crashed earlier this year, it really made me realize how volatile and fleeting physical "stuff" is. i mean, yeah it sucks that i lost everything on my laptop, but i managed to remember to upload the really ridiculously important stuff onto my new desktop during the winter. and, you know, if that stuff got lost too... i would manage somehow.
and now, learning that a lot of my stuff from home is gone - i keep saying "stuff" because really... that's all it is - i feel a little lighter. i started packing up clothes and things back here in cincinnati a couple weeks ago, and managed to get rid of a lot of clothes that either didn't fit or i never wore, and gave it to my room mate who was having a garage sale. it was pretty freakin' fabulous.
it's a sort of cleansing process - getting rid of extra baggage that is just weighing me down. i'm only bringing a carryon and a travel bag to europe. it will be just fine, i know it.
it reminds me of the scene from Labryinth - where the whiny heroine is in a mirage where a little old hag keeps giving her toys and keepsakes from her room at home. the hag says "here, don't forget this one! you LOVE this one!" and the girls arms become more and more full as she struggles to hang on to her physical representations of childhood... eventually she realizes that it all is impeding her REAL goal: getting out and rescuing her baby brother from the embarrasingly spandexed Goblin King.
i mean, it's a pretty good metaphor. ponder on it for yourself.
i will try and update at least one more time before i leave. i'll be in cincy today and tomorrow, then mon-wed of next week. i'll be in franklin this thursday, then wednesday-friday of next week. get at me. you know you want to!
fin.
wear pants to yoga. it'll be better that way.
ANYWAY...
i leave for denmark (well, germany first) in two weeks exactly. i just can't believe it's almost here!! i am 95% packed up, which is good as i am traveling back and forth from indina to cincinnati over the next two weeks, what with amber's wedding and working and all.
the indiana storms deposited a foot of water in the basement of my family's house. this happens to be where my bedroom is, as well as the famous family room where many a party had been held. goodbye, berber carpet. goodbye, chutes and ladders. goodbye, mattress and paperback books.
after my harddrive on my laptop crashed earlier this year, it really made me realize how volatile and fleeting physical "stuff" is. i mean, yeah it sucks that i lost everything on my laptop, but i managed to remember to upload the really ridiculously important stuff onto my new desktop during the winter. and, you know, if that stuff got lost too... i would manage somehow.
and now, learning that a lot of my stuff from home is gone - i keep saying "stuff" because really... that's all it is - i feel a little lighter. i started packing up clothes and things back here in cincinnati a couple weeks ago, and managed to get rid of a lot of clothes that either didn't fit or i never wore, and gave it to my room mate who was having a garage sale. it was pretty freakin' fabulous.
it's a sort of cleansing process - getting rid of extra baggage that is just weighing me down. i'm only bringing a carryon and a travel bag to europe. it will be just fine, i know it.
it reminds me of the scene from Labryinth - where the whiny heroine is in a mirage where a little old hag keeps giving her toys and keepsakes from her room at home. the hag says "here, don't forget this one! you LOVE this one!" and the girls arms become more and more full as she struggles to hang on to her physical representations of childhood... eventually she realizes that it all is impeding her REAL goal: getting out and rescuing her baby brother from the embarrasingly spandexed Goblin King.
i mean, it's a pretty good metaphor. ponder on it for yourself.
i will try and update at least one more time before i leave. i'll be in cincy today and tomorrow, then mon-wed of next week. i'll be in franklin this thursday, then wednesday-friday of next week. get at me. you know you want to!
fin.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Community, by cory, jake and jess
So i was stalking miss Dana's friends' blogs, and stumbled across this little gem discussing community. I've had discussions with people before on this topic, and I think Cory, Jess and Jake's thoughts perfectly sum up what my feelings are. here is Cory's blog: http://32n5w.blogspot.com/
and here is what he had to say....
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community
yeah, it's one of those sexy words that every place you go, people are talking about how important it is, or how you should be involved in it, or how there's the right and wrong kinds. community.
read this(http://dirtytoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/may.html). you'll be better for it.
I struggle with not making a set of rules for myself & I most certainly often times find myself working more often on the side of religion rather than spirituality, judgment rather than perception, education rather than experience, rules and regulations rather than balance and flexibility.the thing of it is, is that this American life inhibits communities. we have separate houses, cars to take us where we're going, and sprawling towns and cities that make covering distances on foot impractical, if not impossible. In Morocco, I lived in a small, but incredibly dense little village. i could be wherever i was going in a matter of minutes. and whoever i wanted to see, if there, would be accessible. accessible! Sometimes Hayat was busy with a client, and sometimes Moha was out at the garden or asleep, but there was always someone to talk to. and we weren't distracting them by sitting there talking. we were sharing time, tea, stories, jokes, dates & pistachios, hopes, fears and comfortable silences.
i think that's the chief thing missing in these parts, is being accessible. when it's okay when folks stop by and eat your food and tell you stories instead of watching tv. or it's okay when you want to get some people together and share a meal or go on an adventure. if inhibition and isolation are problems, community isn't the answer, it's the reward for getting the answer right. the answer is to be accessible, and to look into meeting other folks where they are.
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and here is what he had to say....
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community
yeah, it's one of those sexy words that every place you go, people are talking about how important it is, or how you should be involved in it, or how there's the right and wrong kinds. community.
read this(http://dirtytoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/may.html). you'll be better for it.
I struggle with not making a set of rules for myself & I most certainly often times find myself working more often on the side of religion rather than spirituality, judgment rather than perception, education rather than experience, rules and regulations rather than balance and flexibility.the thing of it is, is that this American life inhibits communities. we have separate houses, cars to take us where we're going, and sprawling towns and cities that make covering distances on foot impractical, if not impossible. In Morocco, I lived in a small, but incredibly dense little village. i could be wherever i was going in a matter of minutes. and whoever i wanted to see, if there, would be accessible. accessible! Sometimes Hayat was busy with a client, and sometimes Moha was out at the garden or asleep, but there was always someone to talk to. and we weren't distracting them by sitting there talking. we were sharing time, tea, stories, jokes, dates & pistachios, hopes, fears and comfortable silences.
i think that's the chief thing missing in these parts, is being accessible. when it's okay when folks stop by and eat your food and tell you stories instead of watching tv. or it's okay when you want to get some people together and share a meal or go on an adventure. if inhibition and isolation are problems, community isn't the answer, it's the reward for getting the answer right. the answer is to be accessible, and to look into meeting other folks where they are.
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