The Big Trip

This afternoon, I walked from Beacon Hill to the Back Bay, and then over to Cambridge to explore Harvard, and finally, back to Beacon Hill. It was about an 8-mile walk, and it felt good to stretch my legs after, you know, quitting exercise this fall. Boston is beautiful, and if I wasn’t so set…

“I mean, how ironic is this: I’m a ROOFER, and I got SHINGLES.” Pure poetry.

I am convinced that the loneliest feeling in the world is walking through the streets of New York on a Sunday morning all by one’s self, pulling over 100 lbs. of luggage, and having to navigate the stairs down into the subway. Oh, and then to eject said self from the train straight back up…

My name is Annie Parsons, and this is the longest day of my life. I am finally home after a 2 1/2 hour subway adventure, trying to make my way home to Heidi’s. I left my friends Sarah and Alex’s place at 11:15, and thought, “I can make it back – no problem.” I would…

After hours of travel yesterday, and even more hours of travel today, I disembarked the plane, gathered my luggage, walked through the sliding glass doors, victoriously breathed in the air… and promptly tripped. Fell on my face, deeply skinning both knees and tearing my new jeans. Welcome to New York. My left knee is especially…

Well, hello, pretties. Were you beginning to think I had abandoned you? Never. My deepest apologies for taking a few days off from blogdom. The Giving of Thanks took up much of the last couple of days. My holiday can be summed up as thus: all 9 members of my immediate family in my parent’s…

Driving flies past when you have a purpose. Yesterday, my purpose was to get from Nashville to Kansas City in time for my nephew Micah’s 4th birthday party. I cannot believe that he is 4. I cannot believe that it has been 4 years since the cold night when I stood on the sidewalk outside…

This is my third stint in Nashville this fall, and am I ever glad. When I pulled into town on Tuesday night, I had an odd sense that, “Ah, I’m home.” Is that strange? Seattle will always feel like home to me, but that does not mean that another place can’t feel equally “right.” I…

I love Hilton Head. I want to live and die here. Well, that’s not immediately true. I want to live some other places for awhile. But when I am an old lady, after my husband has passed away (as men typically die earlier than women), I will cut my hair as short as I want…

I arrived last night in Hilton Head, SC, and it’s exactly as I pictured it. The Atlantic coast, sandy beaches, reeds emerging from the water, Spanish moss hanging from the huge trees, blue sky, and… me. In a stranger’s home. My mom’s… friend’s… neighbor… is hosting me. I showed up on her doorstep around dinnertime,…