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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,…

It is truly embarrassing to hear the words, “Annie, please don’t blow your nose on our embossed napkins.” But today, this was my reality. A co-worker caught me with my face buried in a company napkin, and then politely requested that I use something other than their expensive serviette as a depository for my snot….

I spent a large part of this weekend wondering why I ever left Seattle. I miss it – everything about it, except for the slugs. I miss my friends and the weather and the water and the way that the streets never quite run in a straight line. I miss the yummy coffee and salmon…

Today was a day for things that needed doing. Sleeping. Drinking coffee. Cleaning. Laundry. And yes, the moment you have all been waiting for: making a video of my new little home. I present to you: Chez Hootenannie. New home in Nashville from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. I love it! Don’t you love it? It’s…

Last year, when I moved away from Seattle, I gave up a lot. I know that things weren’t perfect. But in my 7 years in the Emerald City, I established quite a life for myself. Friends who became family. A home that I loved. The opportunity to do music on a regular basis. The knowledge…

You guys should see my new apartment. Really, you should. Unfortunately, my camera is out of commission, since I dropped it when I was in Seattle a few weeks back. And just like that, with a tiny crack, all of my road video dreams came to a screeching halt. I had grand plans of giving…

Dear Grant (“the man that I live with”), You have stored up major treasures in heaven. We did not know each other – you were the friend-of-a-friend – and yet you graciously opened your doors to me. You helped me carry my huge purple suitcases, and big boxes of dishes and books, and all of…

I think that God gives us a lot of freedom to choose our own path in life. When it comes to the everyday decisions, I don’t believe that there are too many hard-and-fast absolute “rights” and “wrongs.” Should I ask that person out? Which car should I buy? Paper or plastic? God is big enough…

The housing options continue to line up, and then get knocked over like dominos. It is frustrating. It is disappointing. I think that my favorite thing in the world is having a home – and this is magnified by the fact that I have not had a home, a real home with my stuff set…

For the past 10 days (has it only been 10 days?), I have been a rollercoaster of emotion. Within a single day, I can feel hugely hopeful, and then despairing, and then peaceful, and then turmoiled. I don’t enjoy feeling so schizophrenic, and I don’t like the fact that my circumstances have such control over…