Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Sniffle, sniffle, achoo

My allergies are trying to kill me. It's the middle of winter. There are no known allergens in the air. And yet I itch from head to toe, I can't breathe, and I am ridiculously uncomfortable. I'm more miserable now than when I had a cold last week.

The weather is nice, but I cannot go outside. As I sit here overdosing on antihistamines, I am anxiously awaiting my visit to the frozen tundra of the Northeast, where it will be cold, and possibly snowing, next week, but there will be NO ALLERGENS! I'm visiting for an interview. When I'm not sniffling and itching, I am very excited.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Foggy foggy fog

The fog on the west side of San Francisco was ridiculous one day last week.
Spire with sun topper

Sun, fog, and trees.

Sun, fog, and trees, the Instagram version.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Loose ends

I've just finished vacuuming under the couch cushions, and I'm trying to figure out the best way to scrub the upholstery (note: never buy a white couch) while still being able to sit on the couch today. My nose is running and my throat is scratchy and I'm a little at loose ends.

I really need to get back to work.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Blah blah blah

I packed six well-organized, well-labeled boxes yesterday. I had a solid week of riding and professional development last week. I had a terrific interview. And I visited with some awesome friends.
DiscoBike: bringing the dance party to bike commuting in 2015.

And in the first three weeks of January, that's about the total of my activity. I've been sick, wiped out by a migraine, and now I'm sick again. Stress much? Maybe, but I think the mold is back in my apartment, and it's really messing with my immune system.

I'm feeling a little stuck right now. Stuck on the couch. Stuck in a semi-packed apartment. Stuck in so many ways. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know what needs to be done to get over the stuck-ness. And yet I can't quite get there, not yet. So I'm waiting. And trying really hard to be patient.

Friday, January 02, 2015

With Intention

In the spirit of the season, and because I'm on the cusp of some pretty big life changes, I've been thinking a lot about how I want my year to play out, the things I want to do, and some things I hope I've left in 2014.

I'm not so much about proclaiming big resolutions, but I'm constantly taking small steps to make my life (self, career, apartment, whatever) the best version if can be. This year I've got some pretty specific and concrete goals: a home with a dishwasher and an outside space. Finally living in a one-bedroom apartment. Being able to host friends for dinner parties (and brunches. I really want to host Sunday brunch). Being physically closer to my siblings. Getting my career back on track. Again.

I've worked really hard the past couple of months to sort through some job-related resentments, so that I'm not dragging old-job baggage into the new year. I have to much to do, and there's no room for it in the new life I'll be building this year.

And on the subject of that new life, new town, and new job, my biggest goal for the year is to live every moment of it. To be present for all the good - and bad - parts of leaving San Francisco, and for all the scary and exciting moments of my new (but not exactly new) start in D.C.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Headed for the sunshine

There's a throwaway line in one of my favorite books - Christopher Buckley's Losing Mum and Pup - Buckley has just reached out to a friend after the death of his dad (his mom died 11 months earlier) and the friend responds with "May your orphanhood be tanned."
Waikiki 2010

I didn't even notice this line in my first few readings of this book, but in reading a few chapters for moral support this week, I noticed it. And I laughed, as getting a tan may be one of the primary goals of my orphanhood.
Honolulu, 2010

My dad died six years ago today, and in orphan Christmas tradition, I'm on my way to the beach. I've gone through all the feelings this week, and the primary ones have been excitement for my trip, and sadness that I'm not spending my holidays with my parents.
Maui 2010

However, since there's no Ouija board strong enough to prompt a Christmas reunion, I can do the next best thing: I can have a blast. So, Aloha and Mele Kalikimaka my friends. 2015 promises to be a wild ride. I'll see you in the new year.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


My bike is occupying it's winter rain spot on the trainer. I'm watching the clouds roll in and the wind blow leaves around the playground behind my building. It'll be raining again soon, and while we need the drought relief, and even though it's only December, I am already over winter.

My beach vacation starts this weekend. The timing is perfect.

I'm watching rents in my potential new apartment spike and then plummet. A one bedroom in that building is now a few dollars cheaper that my current studio. I have a number in mind before I pull the lease-signing trigger.

Living in a state of complete uncertainty is, perhaps unsurprisingly, starting to get me a little down. I don't know where I'll be working or living in a few months. I don't know how I'll meet new friends, or find new bike routes, or go about reshaping a life that I'm about to throw on it's head.

But I am excited for the respite of my vacation, and for the calm before the storm.