The One Where We Move

It was drizzling and grey the day we moved into our second story apartment. After mad dashes up and down the stairs and through the droplets of rain, we finally closed the door and stared dismally at our damp belongings thrown hurriedly in piles about the room. There was no bed, no table, no place to sit, and most importantly, nothing to eat. It was not a cheery beginning to our new life in a new state. What had we done? In theory, I loved the idea of moving to a brand new place. A clean slate. New places to explore. New friends to make. I was optimistic. How naive. After a few hours and more than a few $$, we managed to procure an air mattress, a few towels and cooking utensils and enough groceries to get us by until we could plan a bit better.
Never underestimate the cheering power of cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I’ll forever be thankful that we moved in on a Saturday. That gave us the weekend to organize a bit and gather our wits before Monday came. Ugh. The Husband started h…

Looking Back

This. This is a favorite photo from last year. In Europe (London, to be exact) with 5 people who went from strangers to good friends in a few hours.  Some of us met each other just hours from boarding the plane in NYC. There is just something very bonding about traveling together. Taking in the smells, tastes, accents and wrong side of the road driving all at once can be overwhelming, but it helps to have others around who are experiencing the same things.

Checking In From Florida

I have a lot of catching up to do. In particular, a month of wandering around Europe. But right now, this is where I am. Florida. I moved to the sunshine state for almost 5 months. It's now been a little over a month and I still have to stop and just breathe and be glad I am here. The job is the same as last season, (Waitressing at an Amish style restaurant) but there are new friends to make and adventures to have and places to live in. (3 different places throughout the winter, to be exact.) This is new friends and old. Lynn, who is a friend visiting for 2 weeks. I actually met her last winter in this very town and we became best friends in short order. Then there is Amanda, who we met a little over 2 weeks ago and has been a great addition to our group. That's her brother, Chris, behind us. Linda (better known as Lu) is a friend and coworker of mine from up North and I'm so happy because she decided to come down to work as well.  Keva Juice is a favorite place of mine. …

Amish Wedding

A good friend from work got married this week. It was my first Amish wedding. It was fascinating and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even down to the hard benches we sat on for the ceremony.  A lot of us waitresses and past waitresses were servers for lunch and supper. We literally laughed all day. Somehow, no matter how different we are, working together has made us all close friends. Aren't the colors pretty? Huge thank you to my friend Lynn for sewing this dress for me.  Sadly I wasn't able to sneak a picture of the bride as she was surrounded by people all day.

Snapchat...Yes, it is Lazy to Post This

Here are a few moments from snap chat... Reunited with Diane...we were great friends in Florida.  When your car's battery dies and your mom comes with jumper cables.  Occasionally the brothers call and say, "want to go get ice cream?" And we do.  Emily is a dear friend. Level headed and loyal.  The joy we feel when we walk out after a long day of work...

Part 1 of Many

This is a hodge podge of photo memories from part of my summer. Ice cream is always a good idea. Always.
When friends from childhood come over for a couple of hours. Ah, the memories... Work. Lately it has been busy and stressful and sometimes, when I can't keep up with all of my tables, I just want to walk out and never serve another table again. But these people help get me through. This is my brother Logan, he is pretty cool. And he is holding my favorite nephew. I do try not to be one of those annoying aunts who talk of nothing but what their nieces and nephews, but it is difficult.
My grandparents and I spent a day fishing together. It was awesome. And after a while I even quit gagging over putting worms on the hook. My Grandpa is a great fisherman.

My church had a game night and invited some local officers to join us. I was honored to present one of them with a gift basket. This is my family. And our best try a nice picture. And this picture because I like it and I remember…

I Am Alive

(Yes, this is my nephew. I adore him.) I know, it has been months since my last update. But life, it has this thing where it gets in the way of stuff like blogging. Or maybe, just maybe, I am a procrastinator. That is a distinct possibility.
So much has happened and there are so many pictures I should share. Speaking of which, I have been trying to get photos of things. Happenings. Laughter. Because even just one picture can make you remember a whole episode in your life.

This has been one of the hardest and also one of the best summers of my life. New friends were made and old friends became better friends. People I cared about faded into bittersweet memories, but other people went from black and white to color for me. People were married (seriously, what is with everyone getting hitched suddenly?!) And babies were born. People moved away, people got new jobs. There was laughter, there were plenty of tears.
Through it all, God was there. He is always there. Which makes it alright in…