toolazy…
i like doing things, but i'm just so-dang-lazy.Archive for past
oh gee.
just minding my own business, sweating profusely because it’s hot and there is no a/c because it’s NEVER this hot, when it hit me.
lonely.
boo. i need some friendly interaction. like with, friends.
i do adore my honey, but sometimes, you just want to sit with your friend and drink pitchers of beer while watching television. or drinking margaritas and eating nachos. or going on a silly target shopping trip because you two have nothing to do. or going out and people watch so you can make fun of them. yes, most of those things have specific friends attached to them. guess who you know. ha ha
and yet, i don’t feel like traveling miles and miles to see mis amigos.
conundrum.
Home is…
They say, ‘Home is where the heart is.”
But I always wonder where I belong.
Growing up, sometimes I enjoyed the special “minority-ness” it probably helped me get into a good school (or just the fact my school sucked).
When I went away to college, I loved that town. I didn’t love the weather all the time nor the asthma or migraines, but there were things to do and places to see (and friends to hang out with).
There were little moments when I missed home:
- Getting sick,
- Needing rides and not getting rides to the E.R.,
- Family.
Family was the biggest thing. I felt like I was missing things, and when things happened to me, I felt like I didn’t have anybody at my back.
Not that I don’t have family back there, but they weren’t physically close.
So, in my time of sadness, I just said, ‘Eff it,” and moved. I moved quickly. I think I made up my mind on December 12 and by January 6, I was back. Back home.
It was a time of just reflection and rejuvenation.
Now it’s been over a year. I’m back. Is there where I fit in?
I love my hometown, but I’m remembering more and more why I never fit in.
Where is home? Where you grew up? Where you really grew up?
I miss friends and freedom.
I miss doing things on my own. I liked paying bills, I liked eating out without feeling guilt.
ah. oh well.
You look around and there you are.
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hobbies.
you know what used to be my fun hobby?
international food club.
back when i had money, friends, and a sense of adventure, a group of friends and i would go to new restaurants with the goal of traveling around the world.
we went to ethiopia, spain, hungary, russia, india, etc. we tried all the beer and wine. at the russian place (where all the old russian men were watching russian tv), they gave us shots of vodka…for free…for no reason.
it was fun adventures and new things.
my friend got a tattoo after one of those nights. after many honey beers at the ethiopian place, he decided to get a tattoo…to symbolize his filipino-ness. i had to sit on a dirty couch at the tattoo parlor until 2 a.m. the tattoo guys said i could take a nap if i wanted and asked me to answer the phone if it rang (a little too familiar).
we tried to go to mom and pop places that had a grocery store attached to it (that’s how you knew it was authentic!).
one of the best nights was greek night. there was a free wine tasting, all you could eat food, and a belly dancer! after that, i watched my friends hookah and i took cool smoke pictures!
i miss those days and i miss friends.
oh well, if you have no money, friends, and no international dining sites around you, your hobbies kinda go kaput.
sorority life.
so, confession.
i was in a sorority in college.
if you know me, i am not a typical greek girl.
i like espn, bacon-wrapped hot dogs, comedies and non-chick lit/flicks.
anyway.
back in 1998, when i was a lonely transfer student living in a house off-campus, i went to an orientation thing. there were a bunch of girls talking to us new folks and vicky came up to me and asked me to go to the ‘delta rush.’
i didn’t know what that meant, but, she said a key word: ‘Free Food.”
so i went.
who knew that would change my life. i got jobs, made life-long (so far?) friends, and got great experiences from it. i wouldn’t have many of the friends i do today if i never went for the free food.
during my first semester at school, my grandmother died. if i didn’t have my pledge sisters (who really took care of me the day i got back), i probably would’ve transfered back to the state school and finished out there.
i’m glad for my experience.
it’s not all about drinking and boys and silliness. it really is about friendship, life experiences (and some cocktails).
thanks for the memories chicas.
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Leaving on a jet plane…
Again. Back to my old haunt. What adventures await me?
Tea and fried chicken.
But not together.
I’d like some sangria and some laughs with good friends.
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I’ll gladly move you back for free
Hilarious. My friend said he’d move me back to my old town. I was wondering out loud why I moved back (before my epiphany). Nice to see people have my back!
Can’t take the offer though!
Funny how things change. There was a time I couldn’t wait to leave that place and leave it all behind.
I miss my friends terribly. I wish they were all closer so I don’t feel so removed and not a part of their lives. Being away, I can see and feel who are important to me and vice versa. That’s a blessing but also a bit sad.
I like to keep friends but I’ve learned that not everyone deserves my friendship. But for those super good friends, I feel like I’m missing their lives. I wonder what I miss by not being there. I wonder if the friendships can stay strong when factors get in the way. I hope not.
People get married and have kids, they kinda move on from friends anyway. Just how it goes.
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Past Life Follow-Up.
So, I’m back. I’m back from my quick weekend trip to my old city.
I’ve been there twice since I left the place after ten years, but this was the first time I really tried to meet up with people and see friends.
It was good and fun and…
makes me miss it. Aww.
Apparently, I was a total downer and annoying person in my last year there, but I’d like to think that I’ve changed and those who think that I haven’t…well, I guess I haven’t talked to you in a year and it doesn’t matter what you think because I’m AWESOME.
And things are awesome. But, there are changing. I have another year and then who knows what’ll happen then.
What if I did move back? Eeep. I know that I have some friends who always thought that could happen, but that’d be weird.
Currently, I’m trying to just do my best and I’ll see what happens.
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Past life.
I’ll be visiting my old haunts this weekend. I’m so excited. I missed you old friend! If only my flight wasn’t delayed!!
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Kings versus Canucks – Game 1
Wow. Game in OT!
This has been a fun game.
I’m remembering my time as a King employee and going to the playoffs. It was so fun!
I don’t know who to root for because either team could be an opponent for my Sharks! I just like hockey.
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