First off, I want to start by apologizing to all of my close followers. So, I'm sorry (insert your name here)...
Alright, since that's done... Actually, I can't just go onto the big stuff without giving some sort of explanation (or at least a rundown of what's been going on in my life). Though it's not an excuse (cause I don't need an excuse to not blog... this is mostly for me, after all), I will say the reason I haven't been writing is because I've been working and "traveling" so much. It all started with a nine-day stretch during which I got sick. Plus, I've had this pain in my back for at least two months so anytime I had a day off, I would go to the doctor to find out what I was sick with or what that pain was from. Though I'm still not feeling 100%, I am feeling better (I had ear infections and mastoiditis) and apparently the pain in my back is most likely a cracked rib (yay...). That's basically what my life has been for the last month - just a constant of working, driving to Rochester, Olivia, or Elaine's, and pain management. This will probably be true about the next month as well (I'm FINALLY moving to Burnsville in May) but I'm hoping to write more. If I can't, most likely I'm working, eating, sleeping, driving, and repeat...
This past month did bring a big event, however. (Other than the cracked rib revelation...)
On March 26th my sister, Lora, and her then boyfriend, Christain, got engaged!!! So yes, on top of the above said routine, I've also been talking to my sister a lot about her upcoming June 2012 wedding. It's a pretty exciting time. It's crazy, part of me feels like it's so far away, but at the same time, since they need to book the church, reception venue, DJ, photographer, etc. and so forth right now, part of me feels like we have absolutely no time to plan the wedding at all! I'm just glad it's not MY wedding. Still, Congratulations to the happy couple and I'm so excited for the next 14 months. (Well, excited for everything but the diet...)
Being that we're on the subject of love... let me give you a quick eHarmony update. I've been talking to one guy over text message and I think I've decided that I'm not ready for a relationship. I realized when Lora got engaged that I'm looking for a relationship because I feel like that's the "normal" thing to do, not because that's what would necessarily make me happy right now. I guess that's probably not a big revelation, though it's one I wish I had BEFORE joining eHarmony... but I'm making the best of my remaining time, so wish me luck and I'll keep you updated.
Last but not least - (like I said, I really haven't done much but work since my last post so I don't have much to say) I'm going to leave you with a poem I recently found. Finding the poem tonight was actually why I decided to post today instead of tomorrow - it has refreshed my love of writing (though, please don't judge my writing off of my blog) and I hope to do more once I'm settled in Burnsville. Anyway, this poem I wrote in my college Creative Writing class in 2005. Closing this blog with this poem is important to me because writing this poem brought a lot of closure.
"Lawrence"
The wind tosses the mixing
smell of crisp snow
with the greasy aroma coming
from The Cafe. The February morning is
cold and
the fierce screaming of the wind shatters through
clattering windows like icebergs. The tiny town of Lawrence has
been swallowed by "The Nothing". Lawrence's little white church's
siding has evaporated. A ice blue ranch-style house, which was painted last summer is
visible, but only for a glimpsethrough
the wind and the snow. The brown house
next to it has been taken, it is
as if it was drawn on a chalkboard, but
erased away.
The chruch blocks the wind and
the neighbors' metallic silver horse barn is easily seen. It
reflects off the un-relentless sizzle of the sun.
The side of town is in
the season that came before, no snow to be seen except when Mayor Bill drives by. His
mint green 4x4 pickup plastered with the white dust
stands out like the lead character of a play, being shined on by a spotlight. He waves as
he drives past. He's coming from The Cafe bringing
its greasy aroma from across town where the weather's winding down.
