Let the good times roll
Hi, remember me? The girl who used to blog… before she went on vacation and slopped off? Do I even remember how to spell ennymohr? Well, don’t you worry, my pretties. For your entertainment (and my narcissism), I am back in internet action.
My Colorado adventure was much needed, and so, so fun. Old friends, good food, and great scenery – I mean, really – what else could I need? When I arrived back in Nashville on Friday, I had a deep sense of sadness as I once again realized that I don’t know where my home is. Montrose? Seattle? Kansas City? Nashville? I just wish that everyone that I love could live in the same place. But I don’t think that’s in the cards for me – and I imagine that many of you feel the same. Gone are the days when people would spend their entire lives in one location – and I am grateful, really, since I feel like there is a lot of world to see and experience. But it comes at a cost, and every time that I choose to return to see loved ones, I am also choosing to eventually have to say goodbye.
But as my sister Becca says, “I am not homeless – I am homefull.” Many homes. Many places to belong. Many people to love, and to be loved by. And that is a good feeling.
So, let’s focus on the good.
Nashville feels like a bright and sunny place today, 1) because it is bright and sunny (and sickeningly hot, but who’s pointing out the negatives?), and 2) because I had a great re-entry weekend, full of friends and food and getting my apartment back in order. I love that. Organization. I walk into Storables or the Container Store, and, completely over-stimulated with ideas and a fiery passion for arranging my “stuff,” I practically have a seizure. I thrive on structure. Some day, I am going to start the Annie Parsons Center for Home Organization, Life Management, and Badassery (APCHOLMB). It’s going to sweep the nation. Watch out, California Closets.
I am wearing a cute dress today. I wore it last night, too – but you just can’t get too much of a good thing.
I met a new kindred spirit friend, and she is lovely and amazing and hilarious.
I decided to become a real Nashville musician, so I have a show lined up. SCREAM.
It’s good to be back online. :)
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Hopefully I will be in town for your show. I definitely want to come check it out!
Hi Annie! I struggle with feeling homeless and lonely all the time. Thanks so much for reminding me that I too am home-full! This is the first time I have commented, but I have been blog-stalking you for a while :) You are such a talented writer! Best of luck with your show!
Devon
I love the badassery part!! A show, yeah!! Good luck :)
I’m sitting here on Deb’s couch, all excited to read your blog (seriously, I got up, powered up my computer and went straight to your blog) and nearly spit out my coffee when I realized I got a shout-out from Annie Parsons! I’m honestly honored (maybe that sounds lame, but you know what I mean :))
I love what Becca said, about being “homeful” (I almost wrote “homely” and am now laughing out loud). You know I can completely relate.
Can’t wait for tonight!! xoxo
#1 I like you and am glad to catch up on your blog
#2 I am homefull
#3 When is your show? Yay!
#4 I have a California Closet, please don’t hate me.
P.S. I love you, my new kindred spirit friend.
Oh, and I also LOVE that dress you had on last night and wore again today ;)
Thanks for being my reader. Welcome back. I’m glad you liked the songs. Good luck with the show!
I like the idea of being homeful! I think that’s how I would describe myself. When people ask me where I’m from…I don’t know what to say…Ohio? Colorado? Vancouver? Edmonton? It’s good to know there are lots of places we are loved.
Where and when is your show? How cool!
Congrats on having a show in the works!
It seems that my close friends have moved all over the place. So, they are never all in the same place at the same time.
Sometimes I get to see my Alaska friends. Sometimes, I get to see my eastern slope friends. Other times I get to see my Western slope friends. Etc.
I would much rather think about it as meaning a lot of homes instead of not having any. (Especially since right now is a time of transition for much of my family.)
Also, I think that my apartment would make you cry.
Glad you’re back.
I totally identify with the homeless/homefull situation. I too have lived in many places and am thousands of miles away from my family and many old friends, but I’m also not – if that makes sense. In a lot of ways the distance has brought us truly closer. Sounds cliche, but true it my case all the same.