foodie night number one.

it's eight in the morning and i've been awake for two hours!  which is a big contrast to last semester when i was usually slightly late to my class at ten am.  there's something about a consistent summer routine that's extremely satisfying to me.  i'm a creature of habit, naturally, but routine in the summer time makes me happier than usual school routine.  possibly because it seems more achievable.

however, i will admit waking up at six is tough when you just didn't get to bed quite on time.  i've found some real connections among my fellow interns.  when victoria and i moved in, we discovered we held very similar philosophies on eating meat and food in general.  we both hold a generally whole-foodist approach and are vegetarian {except for the seldom exception of happy home-farm-raised animals}.  gregory, another intern in our group, holds very similar beliefs.  slightly more strict on the vegetarian scale than i am, but much less vegan than me, with a passion for cooking and ethnic food, he is an absolute foodie - heart and soul.  i didn't get enough sleep last night because my before-bed routine {which involves quite a bit of talking on the phone to several different significant people} was pushed back by my new-found food lovers.

as victoria and i were on our way out the door to scope out some local indian food, gregory texted us both.  "to all vegetarians and flexitarians, thai food off the cuff at my place!  be there around six."

thai food and indian food are about equal in my book - two favorites.  and really, free vegetarian food that i know is going to be healthy?  who could resist??

long story short, the food was amazing, the conversation was steller, and the company made me feel a little more at home in seattle.  not to mention, i now have a long list of recommended health food markets and other food-related destination points to visit in seattle.  several, i'm sure, will become second homes.  we spent several hours talking vegetarian-talk, moving back and forth between the logistics of vegetarianism, vegetarianism and LDS beliefs, vegetarianism in the scriptures, our individual transitions to a whole-foods attitude, and the general food industry vs. whole foodism.

it's been much too long since i've had conversations of that sort, and i feel so blessed to have found a few people that share my passion for food in such similar ways.  it makes it easier here to cook for other people {something i love and thrive off of} and gives me a little comfort knowing that others will do the same for me - and i'll be able to eat knowing i'm having something healthy, something i would cook for myself.

thus was the beginning of vegetarian foodie night number one.  i'm sure there will be many more to follow over the course of the summer, and i can't wait to see my recipe collection grow!

seattle run

there are so many things that i haven't been able to post about lately!  but i'm determined to catch up - although i'm also well aware this catch-up might take me quite a while.  see, i don't exactly have the internet in my seattle apartment.  yet.  monday should be the day when all that is taken care of, but until then i'm trying to sneak onto other people's unsecured networks {which has only been successful once}, and i'm parking myself in the flourishing families office where the internet is free for our use.  the problem: i don't have a key to the office yet.  those are still coming and eventually i'll have one.  but for now, snagging some internet time is a little tricky.

even though i know there's a lot of catch-up for doing, i'm going to save that for when i can be cozied-up on my queen-sized bed with a large mug of tea.  that's when i'll write about graduation, my last days in provo, the road trip to the seattle, and the first stages of work and project move-in.  with a few pictures. . .a few.  my camera always dies as the most inconveniet time possible - which is now.

this morning, i went on my first run in the city, and oh it was so needed!  for some reason, running in a new city always makes it easier to love a new city.  it lets you get to know the city on a level you don't get from the driver's seat of a car.  my run was just a half hour, and i only ran up the main road that my apartment complex is conveniently located on.  but that was enough - enough to have me sighing at the old moss-covered bricks that surround all the trees and how everything here can stay so surprisingly moist even when it's not raining.  running is different here.  we're surrounded by slight incline in every direction which is very different from provo running.  the sidewalks are wide, for the most part, but usually also covered in mud.  i've heard there's a great running trail not too far from here.  it circles a small lake and is suposedly one of the prettiest places in the world {according to one of the project professors}.  i can't wait to find it and make it my own.  although i'm surrounded by many more people than ever before, it seems easier to run by that peace that running brings me.  the rain and clouds seem to mute most noise and the moss and trees make me feel like i'm in a forest - an illusion i'm happy about.

i've been running alone for most of my running existence.  but seattle is a little too big and too foreign for me to just take a run on my own.  luckily, my work partner {rebekah} feels the same way.  she's positive and sweet and we seem to run really well together.  eventually, we'll be joined by brooke - the work partner of my roommate.  we seem to all be at about the same pace and all want to step things up a notch and find a race or two this summer to run.  i'm more than thrilled to have some running support!  it was one thing i was most nervous about - finding a consistent schedule that would work for other girls as well, finding other girls that seemed about on-pace with me, finding places to run without getting lost.

the latter is still a concern, but i think it'll come eventually.  i have a pretty good layout of the surrounded two or three miles. . .which i understand isn't much, but it's a start!  especially for someone as directionally challenged as i am.  i know where the nearest grocery store, mall, and target are.  which is a big, big step!  it does help tremendously that we are only minutes away from all.  and while i'm still definitely working on the layout of the apartment complex {it's massive}, i do know where the flourishing families office is, the guys' apartment with a television and massive movie collection, and my own apartment are located.  and at the moment, that's proabably all i need!

later today, i can't wait to go exploring a little.  i'm going to make a list of all the things i want to see and do in seattle this summer - probably not exhaustive, but massive, for sure.  i'm open to suggestions!  in fact, i WANT suggestions.  please.  because i'm starting at nothing.  ooookay, not really nothing.  i want to find that running trail, and i want to go to an ethiopian restaurant, and find the city gum wall.  more to come on that!

and now, it's time to really start my day.  i've had my chocolate peanutbutter oatmeal, showered and now to do some unpacking before my meetings!

it's cloudy, with the ever-present mist heavy in the air this morning.  really, the weather is absolutely fascinating to me, to be honest.

{ps. this was written this morning at 7:30 on a word processor while sitting at the kitchen table watching the beautiful seattle morning rain shower and watching the squirrels scamper away for cover.  now, while i'm posting i'm sitting in the flourishing families office watching the afternoon rain shower.  rain, rain, rain.  it's so much more beautiful than i thought it would be!}

why, yes. i do live in seattle.

that's right, folks.  i live in seattle.  my room is a mass of practically immovable boxes that i dragged up six flights of stairs.  my roommate is awesome. i'm pretty much finished eating out.

the city is incredible.  and beautiful.  and. . .more green than i knew existed.  and. . .wet.

and i have to unpack. and figure out what's for dinner - and where a grocery store is.  and find out how to have internet in my room.

so, i'm going to do those things.

yes, i'm feeling a little disconnected.

but the squirrels and crows outside on my balcony are very friendly new neighbors.

everything leaves.

i'm thankful for a washer and dryer in my apartment tonight so i don't have to be waiting at a laundry facility in provo, utah in the middle of the night.  it's really late, and my eyes are feeling scratchy.

leaving is a funny thing.  i've been thinking so much about it lately. . . leaving is good: it means growth.  leaving is tedious because i hate to pack.  leaving is exhilarating because adventure is out there! {pilot goggles and all.}
leaving is difficult - i don't want to let go, yet.

big changes are always a little tough to stomach for me, but this semester is a new degree of distasteful.  i've become more attached to here lately.  the people are harder to leave.  my roommates and i have all avoided packing this semester.  we've loved living with one another so much.  it's been peaceful, motivating, sometimes silly, and mostly just downright fun to live together.  my family is always hard to leave behind, particularly my niece and nephews.  they change so much between my monthly visits home.  it's hard to imagine how much they'll change after four months of being away.  and then there's the musician.  my consolation in this case is that i'm not the only one leaving.  while i'm having adventures in seattle, he'll be adventuring as well.  japan is far away.  seattle is far away.  strangely, i find myself un-heart-broken.  it'll be a challenge, but i know i'm in a much better place emotionally to handle this kind of challenge right now than. . .before.

i attended byu's graduation ceremony today.  natalie {who finished in december} is graduating, and the musician is graduating.  i couldn't help but think of the inconstancy of my life right now.  always moving apartments, always changing my address.  the people in my life coming and going so quickly that sometimes it's difficult to keep track of who came first.  everyone leaves, lately.  genni to home, ari to boston, the musician to japan, my family leaving home and leaving here back to home, sabrina to florida, me to seattle.  close to eight thousand graduates left byu this graduation.  the snow left provo, and soon i will, too.

i know i'm becoming repetitive.  it's like a circular track in my mind, my thoughts going round and round and round.  it's strange that it's not exactly bothering me.  mostly i think it's because i'm not the only one leaving. . . or maybe more because i'm not being left.  that was always the hardest.

there are a few things i have consciously decided to leave, however.  after debating.

i'm leaving the bathroom scale.  for me, this is actually a lot bigger deal than i thought it would be.  there's been a good deal of hype lately about "throwing out the scale" and ripping off all size tags from clothing.  i was never really attached to the scale.  okay, that's a lie.  i wasn't attached until last semester when for the first time there was a scale in my bathroom constantly.  it brought out more obsessiveness than i liked.  i've wanted to throw it away all semester, sometimes desperately.  for a while it became an ugly enemy - always taunting me, reminding of things i didn't want to remember, things i struggled to accept, things i feared i couldn't rid myself of.

but i'm through with it.

i've decided that leaving is a good time to leave a few things behind in my life as well, leave out some bad habits.  i've made such massive leaps of progress this semester when it comes to eating, health habits, self love, self confidence, courage, and trust.  although i've told myself that it doesn't really bother me to have it there, i know it does because every time i walk by i'm tempted "just to see..."

so the scale stays - for good.  in the trash, for that matter.  i'm leaving the last bits of that ugly disorder behind.

i think sometimes, in order to leave things out of our lives that shouldn't be there we have to actually physically leave.  an interesting concept - that physically leaving can aid emotional leaving so much.

and it makes me wonder what else i'm leaving that i don't realize yet.

or what i'm taking to seattle that i'll need to leave there when it's time for me to leave again.
and come home.

the countdown.

at the moment, my room looks like a six foot tall five year old walked in and decided that nothing belonged in the closet and everything belonged on the floor.

my finals are finally over.

the sky is cloudy and rainy {just one week of sunshine??}.

i can't find the packing tape.

i have to have all my belongings in a U-haul in two hours.

i haven't started packing.

i leave in three days.

i'm saying "i" way too much.

the potatoes on the counter are going bad.

all i can think about is hiking.  and strawberries.  and running.

oh yeah, and i ate eel last night - freshwater eel in my sushi.  also spicy tuna and shrimp.  i'm proud i could stomach them.  and if i ignored what they were, i could absolutely say it was some of the most delicious stuff i've ever tasted.

sushi = yum.

....i should start packing.

laugh

"laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face."

--victor hugo

music

hours past midnight, and i really ought to be sleeping.  i have a drive in front of me in the morning - quick trip home and i'm already on my way back up to happy valley - and if i'm going to stay awake on the freeway, i need some sleep.  why am i awake, you ask?  well, it's because of music.

see, one of the more valuable things i lost when my little green laptop decided to die was my entire {and extremely cherished} music collection.  i say collection because it truly was that. i had  music on my ipod from early high school {mae, all-american rejects, relient k}.  i had music from every good friend who agreed to a music exchange party for years back, things like taylor the latte boy and pink martini.  i had a unique section from most of my lovers through my dating years - some really bizarre, some i listened to regularly.  artists as random as cartel, sea bear, and the byu men's choir.  the disney song kiss the girl from the little mermaid, the intro song from mission impossible II that my mom loves to dance to, a massive chunk of sabrina's music that she was generous enough to share with me {sufjan stevens, lady gaga, the shins}.

i had never listened to quite a bit of it.  a large portion of the never-listened-to section was given to me by a boy with language that wasn't quite up to par.  this part i'm happy to be rid of.  it sat there going stale because i didn't want to sort through it to find what was actually good and what was sour.

. . . i'm getting sidetracked.

to get to the point, despite the fact that i hadn't even listened to all this music, and that ninety percent of it wasn't actually mine, it was absolutely a part of me.  this itunes collection told a story.  the story of my friends, the story of my difficulties, the story of my twitterpated fantasies, the story of my lovers, the story of my heartaches and successes.  it told my story.

and it's gone.

is it really lame that this is the part of my old computer i miss the most?  i had papers on there that took me hours and hours - sucked the life out of me for weeks.  i had lists of everything important i'd accomplished in life and everything i wanted to someday check off.  years worth of budgets, creative writing, pictures. . .etc.  and yet, the part that seemed the most me was my music - because it told my story.

"this will be good for you!" chimes natalie.  {as she's helping me sort through a package of music i'd given her a while back to restore to my possession.}  "a new start!  you don't ever have to be reminded of that one horrible relationship again when his music starts playing on your computer...because it won't be there!"

and i guess that's just it.  i like memories.  i like the good and the bad - knowing where it came from, where i came from.  music is a big reminder for me - of all things good and bad.

a new start really is a good thing.  i think it's coming at an opportune time, a time when i needed to have my memory hard-drive wiped clean, slightly...metaphorically.  it scares me to let those things go, i think.  i hold on to them tightly because they're mine to remember.

but the last while i've felt very. . . new-start-ish.

i remember specifically, february 13th, coming home at about 10:00 pm and telling genni, "it just feels like the start of something new.  a new chapter. i don't know why yet, but something's different.  i can feel it."

and then i think of all the things life's forced me {against my will, more often than not} to let things go the last while.  it's been quite the load.  things i've lost, things lost on me, people i'll never see again, things i'll never read, little mementos that triggered memories - all gone.  and i think, maybe it's a good thing, this losing.  some of those songs were the only tie left to certain memories.  when i listened, i would remember things i otherwise wouldn't be able to recall at all.

and maybe it's a good thing those memories have been bound to my subconscious.  i think it's a not-so-subtle hint that i need to move on.

because if i expect to give a new chapter in my life full attention, i need to let the old ones stay old.  stay in the past.

and maybe the best way to do that was to wipe my hard-drive clean.  it seems a little brutal to me still.  but i guess drastic times call for drastic measures.

well.  the drastic measures have been made, and i'm waiting to see signs of drastic times.

don't get me wrong.  things are swell.  yes, even abnormally or drastically swell!  and i want that to keep going. but i'd also like to have a little foresight and understand why it was so important that i lose all that music and all those memories.

because really, i'm missing all the albums of jimmy eat world pretty tremendously right now.
but then. . .i think i've already found some more than decent substitutions. . .

here's to future music. . .and drastic times and drastic measures.

and also, natalie just suggested that sometime i write a comical version of this post outlining all the music i received from each boyfriend i had.  man, that'd be a list, for sure!
and yes, comical is a good word.

but that's another day. :)
goodnight, music-lovers!

ps. my cat just ate a really big bug.  ew... second thoughts about sleeping with her tonight... ew.

the {almost} last day of class celebration

for as long as i can remember, on the very last day of school my mom would pick my sisters and me up from class and take us out to ice cream.  it's just about the best last day of class celebration ever.  it takes priority over parties, friend lunches, and everything else.  last day of class ice cream is my favorite. ever.  being three and a half hours away from mom, i'm always a little sad on the last day of class when no one's going to pick me up and pay for my yogurt {because believe me, this tradition will not die}.  luckily {not to repeat myself too many times} i live with a couple fantastic girls that believe in traditions involving good food and the end of school.  i'm driving home on the last day, so we're a day early here.  we felt safe to assume at this point that no one will die before tomorrow's over with.

mine's the one with the oreo crumbs, of course.  ari's on the left, and genni's on the right.  because frozen yogurt tells a lot about a person, right? :)

my beautiful girls!

ari and me

devoured!

we talked about having a little book club over the summer - we're going to chose a book we'll read to talk about when we get back together again in the fall.  oh yes, and we are officially living together again in the fall - one story up for an extra window {yay!}.  we dreamed about summer plans, avoided going home to one last night of homework, and talked about animal testing... and cats falling from buildings... and rats on the top floor of the swkt.  weird, right?  who in the world would have thought they kept rats up there. . .

oh glorious yogurt.  it was a much needed reunion.  thank you, mom, for the absolutely excellent tradition!  and thank you, roommates, for keeping it up!

basically, i love my roommates.

because anyone who'll stay up to watch confessions of a shopaholic and eat this yummy goodness with me is just my favorite.

ps. that's overnight oats, cookiedough ice cream, AND peanutbutter banana soft serve. one of the best girls' night treats we've had this semester!

a few things i've enjoyed lately. . .

rainy day sleep-ins

polka-dot pajama pants

a clean floor

running with my music up super loud

long talks with my roommates late late late

the color code personality profile

sisters who take my surveys in the middle of the night

brothers-in-law that say the funniest things and give the best advice ever

midnight yoga

my internship girls and their straightforward opinions

back rubs that bring me back to sanity

lunch dates that leave me laughing for hours

pancake dinners right before bed

all things mutual

curly hair + the absence of bangs

peace, after searching and worrying

really big quilts wrapped around me everywhere

hard work paying off {fulton conference second place!}