tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26429657975606561052024-02-18T20:07:20.472-08:00From DC to Sweet TeaFrom DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-68562305225645100352012-12-16T15:43:00.000-08:002012-12-16T15:43:48.823-08:00reality checkNew love can get cocky. You feel like you are on top of the world, everything is perfect, nothing could possibly go wrong. This feeling is enhanced when you are an adult and you have complete control over your free time and how and with whom you spend it. It's so easy to slip into an everyday normalcy and feel smug about how simple it was-- isn't that how it is supposed to be? You <i>almost</i> think to yourself, wow, if I could just have 10 minutes alone I'd be 100% back into this love bubble I've stumbled (or run head first) into. But of course you don't really mean it. 2 minutes in the bathroom is enough recharge time.<br />
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And then, the holidays hit. I am one who loves the holidays, but considering that I live 5 hours away from my family, going to visit them is a commitment. One that I've made for about 2 weeks straight. 72 hours after being away from the cozy little cocoon we created together I might as well be a recovering addict. I feel twitchy, off, and a tiny bit heartsick.<br />
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Nothing like distance in love to remind me of my own humanity and the fact that I am not invincible.<br />
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<br />From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-42893351636137800842012-11-14T09:39:00.000-08:002012-11-14T09:39:10.701-08:00copperlineJames Taylor just has a way of soothing the soul. Ever since I've moved to NC I've developed an even deeper fondness for Carolina In My Mind. Another lovely song about the tar heel state is Copperline. Enjoy!<br />
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Check out Taylor Swift's new song, Begin Again. Couldn't have said it any better.
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People often say to follow your heart. I'm a head thinker, but often it makes it difficult when it comes to matters of the heart. I want lists and pros and cons. I want to consider every possible option and angle. I want to imagine exactly what I might be giving up or gaining when it comes to decisions in my life. Right now I feel like I am standing at the top of the waterfall. The option of jumping makes me tingle all over but who knows what is at the bottom? Is it warm and welcoming and like paradise, or could I end up breaking a leg or scraping a knee to add to my collection of scars? I could also just safely back off the edge, hike back down the mountain and climb into my tent and sleeping bag and probably be no worse or better off. But will I have lived?<br />
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I'm glad that I'm an expert orderer when it comes to eating out. I see a menu, know exactly what will satisfy me at that moment and I get it. Thank goodness I don't suffer from indecision in everything in my life-- it would be paralyzing.From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-91380454272481550592012-10-12T08:21:00.000-07:002012-10-12T08:21:05.548-07:00Chapel Thrill I've said it once and I'll say it again. Going to grad school was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Chapel Hill is an amazing and magical place. I can't believe how many wonderful people I continue to meet and bring into my friend circle here, which makes each day sweeter and sweeter.<br />
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Tonight I am going to <a href="http://www.goheels.com/ViewArticle.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=3350&ATCLID=205693152">Late Night with Roy</a> to kick off basketball season here in Carolina. It's supposed to be a fun event with the basketball team doing skits and coach Roy Williams pumping up the fans for the season ahead. GO HEELS! From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-85047200974684370572012-10-08T19:18:00.000-07:002012-10-08T19:18:09.436-07:00Tonight I put my pj pants on and a big navy blue sweatshirt. I ate dinner, and then went into the kitchen. I filled the red kettle and set it onto the stove. Turned the dial to medium high and walked away. A few minutes later the sound of the whistle started, quiet at first and then louder, signaling that it was time. I pulled the dark blue teapot off the shelf, opened the bag of decaf vanilla loose tea from a little shop here in Chapel Hill, and dropped a spoonful of it into the metal mesh basket inside. The steaming water came next, causing the tea to release its color and flavor. I took out a favorite mug from college, added some sugar and milk to the bottom of it, and when it was time, removed the basket of wet tea leaves. The hot tea poured out into the mug, swirling up the milk and melting the sugar. Yum.<br />
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Some may say this is a lot of work, but I like the ritual. I like the simultaneous lack of thinking that goes on as I hum through the steps, as well as the ability to let my mind wander. I also love the result. It's part of self love, after all.From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-7318130105561492452012-06-01T12:59:00.002-07:002012-06-01T12:59:50.843-07:00Going southern hemisphere south<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Surprise! I am off to Southern Africa for the summer! Look for some posts about my experience there and then it will be back to the good 'ol USA in the fall. </span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-84005268144215289272012-05-22T12:08:00.000-07:002012-05-22T12:08:36.947-07:00irrational fears<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I just got back from a mini vacation in Florida. I have an irrational fear of Crocodiles and Alligators. I ate "gator bites" while I down there. (Little fried bits of alligator tail.) It wasn't so bad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I went to a graduation party for some friends who will be moving away from North Carolina. In one moment I stopped and looked around and felt so happy. I had amazing friends I had just met 8 months before who felt like family, there was good, simple food, champagne and a bonfire roaring. It was festive and people were happy. I rode my bike to the party which I just had fixed and I think will change my life. Graduate school is hard. There is no two ways about that, but life in North Carolina? It just seems more simple. A self-proclaimed city girl, I can now say that often, simple can be just as good as flashy restaurants and new high heels and taxis. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am at a coffee shop. I needed to get out of my apartment, even at 8:30pm on a Tuesday. I just wanted to be around other people, but without the need to engage. I needed to feel like, maybe I am not alone, even if I am not asking others if they ever wonder the same things. I needed subliminal peer pressure to do work. I needed to reign in my mind that is content with wandering all over the universe today. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank God for that other little voice, the one that strokes my hair as I fall asleep at night and reminds me,<i> Don't worry, everything will be all right. </i></span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-19920858486380041842012-04-17T19:48:00.000-07:002012-04-17T19:48:29.063-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm restless. My birthday is right around the corner, finals and the end of the semester is crushing me, my summer plans are still up in the air. I want answers to things, ends to some things and beginnings to others. People always says life is best lived forward, not backward. Sometimes I can't help looking backwards. For some reason today I thought about how 4 years ago I was living in Southern Spain. I had plans to go to Italy for my birthday, and traveled 2 hours to the nearest airport to board my flight, just to realize that I left my passport at home. After a few hours of feeling totally deflated, I went home with my then-boyfriend, booked new flights, and went back to the airport the next morning to fly to Rome, a city 4 hours from our destination. On my 23rd birthday I woke up in a hostel in the ancient city and spent most of the day on a train out to Cinque Terre. There is a video of me from that day on the train. I'm wearing headphones, my hair is in a messy ponytail, and I am dancing around in my seat. I look healthy and happy. Despite all the challenges of the trip, I felt like everything was right in the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That video reminds me of a clip from a movie preview. Sometimes I just wish that I could flip through the pages of my life and get a tiny glimpse of what the rest is going to look like. Just maybe a little bit? But I suppose if I knew at 17 that at 23 I'd be riding a train through the Italian countryside I'd never believe it. When I was 23 if I was told I'd move to North Carolina to study public health, I'd never believe that. Maybe we don't know because the surprise is part of the journey. </span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-9565731753812402082012-04-16T12:17:00.000-07:002012-04-16T12:17:28.537-07:00the way we are<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">At the beginning of the week I had a pound of ground beef, so I made it into some meatballs and hamburgers. It made 3 servings of meatballs and 1 hamburger. Well, I've had the meatballs twice, and then had free dinner at school last night. Considering that the burger has been in there since Monday night, I figured I needed to eat it today. I'll make no pretense, it was delicious. I didn't have Non-italian bread crumbs when I made it so I crushed up some pretzel chips and used that instead and also added dijon and garlic. It came out surprisingly well!- Today I slapped that baby between a whole wheat bagel thin with provolone, mustard and some greens. Happy lunch in my belly.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm going to a seder tonight and helping to do the cooking this afternoon. The Jews might not agree with my cheeseburger, the Catholics won't agree with my brisket tonight. </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Maybe I need to be Agnostic. Or a Unitarian. Some religion with less rules regarding deliciousness.</span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-47559116548197660572012-04-04T18:38:00.000-07:002012-04-04T18:38:41.682-07:00old dog, new tricks<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are 15 days until my birthday. Then I will be 27. It sounds old. It doesn't feel old though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today I laid by the pool reading for school, went for a run in the torrential downpour, and for the first time ever, drank a beer in the shower because the idea sounded refreshing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">These don't sound like things that old people do. </span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-78230368711644936632012-03-20T18:07:00.000-07:002012-03-20T18:07:33.034-07:00the air is so thick and opaque<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seems that summer humidity is setting in on the first day of Spring. There is a thick layer of yellow pollen on my car and the picnic table. I have a big paper to write. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is the kind of night where I need a storm. I want to hear the winds blow, the sky crash, and the sound of rain against my window panes. That type of weather feels simultaneously like a rebirth and an excuse to hunker down, throwing myself into academic pursuits. Outside world be dammed, I am in here warm and dry, trying my best while you throw the worst from the sky. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do hope it it storms. </span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-29158943733606825302012-03-13T11:50:00.000-07:002012-03-13T11:50:08.430-07:00a nice thought<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once</span>. </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>-John Green</span></span></div>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-22510566414479711992012-02-28T16:50:00.000-08:002012-02-28T16:50:21.085-08:00musings on living alone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lancastria.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/cup_of_tea.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://lancastria.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/cup_of_tea.gif" width="181" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like it. For now. But after having a visitor for three nights-- someone to wake up to and fall asleep with-- I'm reminded how nice that is. Especially if that person makes you laugh and washes your breakfast dishes for you. Having the bed made by someone else is also a bonus. Some things are better when they are shared. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For now I'll drink tea and do my homework in my pajamas late into the night. I'll run to the bus in the morning with my backpack on and wet hair blowing behind me. I'm cool with that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm also happy knowing each day I can love where I am because I am one day closer to another life. One where maybe I am putting littles to bed in feetie pjs and helping them with their coloring. I'll pack them lunches of peanut butter and jelly and help them put their tiny backpacks on as they scurry to the bus. My husband can wash the dinner dishes. I think that part will be fun too. Eventually. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://lancastria.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/cup_of_tea.gif">pic</a></span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-84078925092703642332012-02-22T18:19:00.000-08:002012-02-22T18:19:11.859-08:00unreal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfs8s-3mKm65AH6o_FaIpY2EZKisvL6W1spYRDCTK8ifsu3FfREJVJwjlLADjv14K4glq99x2pdb34p1aXTOOxUIsvmyb2guU_DSbJi6ASgSP7SLkqFCj5qFkCmjAzwYsuyahir_S7vk/s1600/422295_10100463955002329_7816289_52089745_280133648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfs8s-3mKm65AH6o_FaIpY2EZKisvL6W1spYRDCTK8ifsu3FfREJVJwjlLADjv14K4glq99x2pdb34p1aXTOOxUIsvmyb2guU_DSbJi6ASgSP7SLkqFCj5qFkCmjAzwYsuyahir_S7vk/s400/422295_10100463955002329_7816289_52089745_280133648_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I need to be pinched. My life has felt UNREAL lately. You know when everything is going well, and you are getting everything you want? Yeah? Me neither. I'm not complaining, my life is pretty grand in many ways, but it still shocks me when the stars align sometimes. In my head I am still that girl who wore sneakers that were too big for her, whose jeans were baggy in the butt in middle school, and who had braces far too long into high school. Popular girls made fun of me for bringing my lunch in a cooler. (Maybe I deserved that...) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But reality has a way of changing. I'm 26 now. I was recently elected president of my grad program. I just saw a press release about some volunteer work I did in the Dominican Republic on the school's website. My friend sent me some gorgeous photos she took of me over the holidays. I think I am going to Africa for the summer. (Fingers crossed.) I'm growing up. Or maybe, I am just growing into those shoes that were too big for me when I was 16. I needed time to learn who I was and what I wanted and how to make that happen. Suddenly, and surprisingly, it's happening. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh never mind, You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You're not as fat as you imagine."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Whatever you do, Don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself too much either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-Baz Luhrmann</span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642965797560656105.post-37011091827825833022012-02-21T19:35:00.000-08:002012-02-21T19:35:33.971-08:00heart like mine<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I saw Miranda Lambert on Sunday night in Greensboro, NC. It was a PHENOMENAL show. I think there are few performers who are as good live as recorded and Miranda totally rocked it. I just want to go shopping and grab drinks with her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One of my favorite songs of hers is <a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/miranda-lambert/615708/heart-like-mine.jhtml">Heart Like Mine</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Well I heard Jesus, he drank wine </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>And I bet we'd get along just fine</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>He could calm the storm and heal the blind</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>And I bet he's understand a heart like mine </i> </span>From DC to Sweet Teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697542607790759222noreply@blogger.com0