Cleaning up. Moving on.

Well, last night's stand up was not exactly what I was hoping for, but it did result in the accomplishment of an incredible feat; my bedroom is clean. And not just clean as in I put all my laundry in the hamper, but dusted, vacuumed, swept, and straightened. The frenetic pace of my life in the past month or so has witnessed the gradual decline of my borderline OCD need to keep my dwelling clean and comfortable (there are only so many hours in a day) and as a result, the dust bunnies had actually begun to breed, and you know what they say about breeding rabbits. It ain't pretty.

Finding order in the chaos has always a therapeutic thing for me. Last night I was both annoyed and hurt. I know I know, I never even met the guy, he was just a picture and a profile. Well, let's just call it the straw that broke the camel's back. But one spotless room and a stubborn "Screw you, and your seriously lame 'I'm not going to be able to make it' exit strategy. I am going out to have coffee anyway!" later, I am feeling a little more my happy-go-lucky self this morning.

So now it is on to the next thing, bringing a bit of Christmas and the outdoors into my grand apartment, and making Christmas ornaments with my Little to hang on our newly purchased indoor Evergreen.

Though I myself may be ever green, and ever thinking I can expect all people to treat me as I would them, it is a sentiment I refuse to give up, despite having felt the singe of that naive expectation on multiple occasions. I will not allow a few wankers, as Amanda so aptly christened them, to spoil my outlook on life. Instead, I'll clean. And make Christmas ornaments the likes of which you've never seen!

Feeling Lucky

I started this post right after I got back from Los Angeles, and only now do I have the time to finish it, such has been the state of my Trinabags making frenzy. But though slightly delayed, the sentiment is fully the same:)

I am severely jet lagged, I can't really hear out of one ear at the moment because airline travel and colds don't mix, and the rapid change in climate from east coast to west and back again has caused my eczema to rear its ugly head and take my right hand hostage. But to tell you the truth, I couldn't feel better. I just spent 5 days in Los Angeles with people who love me and I love them. These people are more commonly referred to as my family and include my Momma, sisters Haley and Corrie, and Haley's boyfriend Thomas.

The trip itself was a ton of fun; cut to scenes of my family and I on horseback, leisurely trotting along the hillsides and ravines of Griffith Park, the hazy LA sun high in the sky, and the city landscape sprawling out between the hills and valleys before us; cut from scenes of the park to Haley's kitchen and living room, where the scents of a meat eater's and vegetarian's dream thanksgiving meal cooked by a real CIA trained chef, waft between the good vibes of a happy family, completely content to share in the happiness that is being in the same room; cut again, to me being able to hug my mom and laugh with my sisters in real time without delays of telephones and inhuman instant messaging; and cut finally, to our bittersweet and somewhat tearful goodbyes as we all head toward our own 757 coach class flights, sad to be leaving one another, and yet so glad we had this time together.

Though I am not a particularly big fan of the American food-centric, stuff yourself until you feel as though you may burst, Thanksgiving concept, when it brings me to my family, and it makes me as happy as I am to have a family it hurts my heart to leave, I think I can tolerate a little bit of gorging. For how blessed I am, I have few words. Words could hardly do justice to this feeling in my chest, of a heart beating because it knows love, and for that, I could not wish or dream for a more complete life.