Moving

I moved up to Denver on Friday night, and have been camping out in my apartment on an air mattress; my stuff should arrive late this week.  I live off of exit 206 (an homage to Seattle) on a street called Franklin (an homage to Nashville’s little sister) next to Cheesman Park (an homage to…

Tomorrow is a new year, a fresh start, a clean slate. I like markers.  I like new beginnings.  I like boundaries that separate “this” from “that.”  It gives me a sense of control, however misperceived. 2010 is a year of starting over, in almost every way that I possibly could – even in ways that…

According to the internets, I am a Colorado resident once I meet one of the following criteria: •    I have obtained employment in Colorado. •    I own or operate a business in Colorado. •    I have resided in Colorado continuously for 90 or more days. Well, I moved here with a job.  So.  That’s that. …

My deficit of sleep and surplus of emotion have left me with a raging case of stress acne.  Just in time for Christmas! This Christmas Eve morning finds me in Kansas City, having driven out of Nashville yesterday without crying a single tear.  Scrape a face off Mt. Rushmore to make room for mine –…

This weekend, Facebook really chapped my ass (a phrase that I have recently decided is very worth using).  I tried to upload pictures from the JAM House Christmas Spectacular – at which we had a fantastic time and packed our home with more people than we ever imagined – but the old ‘Book translated my…

We are down to single digits: I am moving in 9 days. And yes, I have Christmas parties 6 of the next 9 nights.  I might run out of outfits. That said, posting may be light until after I get to Colorado.  I don’t want to miss out on a single moment of Nashville until…

I struggle with the question, “What am I doing with my life?”  I always have.  And with each passing day, week, year, I am no closer to finding the answer – I am learning to just take one day at a time. However, even though I might not know what I am doing with my…

Almost 3 years ago, through the wonders of the internet, I blog-met (it’s a thing, people) a girl named Marijke.  “Muh-RIJ-key?” I wondered.  No.  “Muh-RY-kuh.”  Like “Mariah” with a k. A fellow blogger, fellow songwriter, fellow dreamer, Marijke has been living in Anchorage, Alaska, for several years.  She has had a steady job, but music…

I left Seattle two years ago today. Last year, I wrote a big dramatic soliloquy about my feelings. This year, I honestly don’t know what to say. I feel flummoxed. But wherever you go, there you are. Whatever that means.

The deed is done. I’m completely moved. Get a Move On from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. Let’s hear it for the Handy Graham! I have amazing friends. And a ridiculous amount of crap. What is it about cardboard boxes and newspaper that make your hands break open and bleed? My fragile little hands look like…