Partially I think my enthusiasm results from this week’s unending rain, surprisingly enough. It’s like, in for a penny, in for a pound. I’m ready for snow! And the winter wonderland! It’s already necessary to warm up the car and put the heater on full ‘red’ and number 2, so it’s not too far from the depths of winter for me. I haven’t yet pulled out the winter coat and I’m still resisting scarves, but I’m emotionally ready to handle winter’s cold. I think. Typically I struggle to stay warm all day and spent most of the night keeping an inch away from shivering. But I now have a space heater! And I’m so ready for carols, and decorations steeped in family history and tradition. (My abs fav parts of the season.) I’m even looking into gifts.

Despite the desperate temporal distance between myself and a home of my own, I feel quite excited to celebrate at the ol’ family home all season long. Maybe this is accounted for through the fact that my brother, sister and niece live 3 mi away, for the first time ever! I’m pretty happy.

The other reason why I think I’m so happy is that for the first season in many years I am not 1) stressing about SATs or getting into college, 2) stressing about being in college and multiple exams, or 3) sinking deeper in debt and struggling to get a job. I finally have a job and despite a multitude of worries about where my life is heading (in terms of answering my call, staying in touch with the many people that matter so much to me, and deciding/investigating where my money is going to) I feel secure and peaceful, able to enjoy each day and sustained to continue seeking how to work out those things. And strangely (or not) I feel good.

This is not to say that I have days (pretty much every other) where I am stressed beyond belief at the thought of the unknown – where is my career going? when will I travel extensively again (Europe and the fav states rank high here)? what grad school should I go to? when will I go to grad school? will I have enough money to go to grad school? will it ever be financially feasible to leave my mom’s house? would she be financially ok if I did? when will all my material possessions be organized so that I feel free to get rid of them/finish my many projects? when can I get to see my college friends J.Rose, Vanessa, Morgan, Elisabeth, Sarah etc again? where is my money going? can I go to France next year? should I get a technical photography certificate at CDIA? how can I help my ankle heal so that I won’t injure it again? when can I resume cardio workouts and lose the ridiculous lbs I’ve gained since senior year in college? when will I fit in my clothes again? when do I have time to study film noir for fun? when do I have time to make my brother, Ebeth, Emily, and my coworkers their promised mixes? and more.

Haha, I’ll probably add to this post when I think of all my other constant questions. But those are the ‘simple’ ones on my mind at the moment.

And yes, despite these, there is a creeping, swelling sensation of excitement for the holiday season. YAY!

Viens Dans Ma Rue (Mireille Mathieu)
J’ai Deux Amours (j’écoute la version à Madeleine Peyroux)

À l’instant j’ai une bonne amie à Paris. Je suis si heureuse pour elle, qui est là en cours de poursuivre ses rêves. Elle va commencer d’enseigner anglais a l’école pendant cette année scolaire. Moi, comme ses autres amis, j’ai envie d’entendre comment ça va. Mais c’est inévitable que pendant que je pense à sa vie en France, je commence a réfléchir a mon séjour passé à Paris…et mon cœur commence à languis pour la cité. Il n’est pas étonnant qu’elle ait voulu de retourner et a eu difficulté de se séparer d’elle la dernière fois.

Chaque jour j’ai soif des nouvelles de mon amie et des photos ainsi je lis son blog : sarahgilmour.wordpress.com. Je pense à l’atmosphère et à la culture de la cité et son peuple, comment l’air frais reflète bien la météo. (Bien sûr je suis un petit peu jalouse.) Je soupire pour Paris. Aussi tôt que possible, (et que mon amie est prête) j’y vais, même s’il coûte cher! L’amour (et l’amitié) demande les sacrifices.

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Speaking of sacrifices, I’m laboring as quickly and efficiently as possible on renovating my bedroom and going through all my earthly possessions. I’m throwing things out and packing others up for when I have a place of my own with room to display them, uncluttered. I’ve got items in pretty much every room of the house and I’m trying desperately to regain them and sort through them asap. I know it aggravates my mom to have the house like this, so I’m working as hard as possible to get it together. And then move out. Maybe. It’s all part of the plan: 1. Get my life organized. 2. Do what I want with a sense of liberation. I’m very optimistic.