Java Love

Sitting at Java Love Cafe sipping Chamomile tea with my roommate, Jon.

I just met a young person! How encouraging!
Apparently there are more young people than I thought. Christian, one of these newly found young people, said that in the summer months, there are often young people sitting outside of Java Love Cafe sipping tea and playing music, something that I miss immensely about Nashville. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I am feeling much more hope than I felt for the last week or so. I feel like I can meet friends here, as long as I put myself out there and TRY.

Also, after the weenie roast last night, I realized that I’m not as antisocial as I had perceived. I had a great time, and really want to get to know the Hawkins students more.
One particular student, by the name of Darlene, really struck a cord in me last night, and I would love to spend more time with her.

Kowabunga!

Upon sitting, sipping, typing, I met a very friendly, chipper individual by the name of Rin. She is a musician, and handed Jon and I a copy of her newly concluded album. I learned that there is a place called Perspectives Art Gallery located in Uptown Sedona, where they host a static trance dance assembly on Thursday nights at 7 o’clock. Jon is very interested in attending.

Well, that’s all I have to blog about currently.

Love.

P.S. I just found the most awesome website. What should I read next? A nerd like me would love that.

 

Rocky Road

Last night I learned that I’m a Projector, and today Glen and I destroyed a book about it. The tea wasn’t so bad; the iron however, a tragedy. Sorry, Joseph.

I’ve been feeling a lot better the last few days than I had before. I went in to Basha’s to buy ice cream (Breyers Rocky Road and Peach 1.5Qt on sale for 2 for $6), and while I was walking around I saw what I never thought I’d see in Sedona–young people! It was encouraging. I felt hopeful that night for the first night in over a week. Then Glen and I proceeded to eat 3 quarts of ice cream in less than 24 hours. The next day I almost passed out at work due to low blood sugar.

In 24 hours I will be on a plane back to Nashville for a long weekend. I can’t stifle my excitement. Although the wedding was postponed, and Sarah is undoubtedly upset at least a little bit, I think it was a good call. At least now she won’t be a few weeks into a marriage and think, “what the hell did I do that for?” Randy’s a great guy, don’t get me wrong. I think they’re fantastic together! But I also know that they are young, she is impulsive and indecisive, and…well, that’s that. Then again, I haven’t really even spoken to her since I moved here, so I really have no idea what’s going on in her life.
On a lighter note, I’m happy I get to spend a stress-free weekend with my friends and my family and glen’s family.  I’m sure I’ll be smoking a lot of American Spirits this weekend with Matt and Juliana, 2 people I didn’t realize I care SO MUCH for. Hopefully I’ll be able to quit again. It wouldn’t be the same if there were no Spirits or tea involved. Last text message recieved: From Matt Giffen: “Hey by the way, stoked isn’t a word I use ever nor is it cool, but thats what I am about u coming home.” And Projectors like being noticed and appreciated so…awwwww.

Anyhoo, I think I’ll spend the day doing productive things today. Like, soaking up some sun, and hanging out at Java Love, reading books.

Love.

 

Melancholy.

It’s been raining fairly frequently here in Sedona. A few days ago, I was driving to have lunch with Glen in Cottonwood, and I stopped paying attention to the road for a second. When I looked back, I was veering a little to the left; in an attempt to straighten out, I jerked the wheel to the right, resulting in the car hydroplaning. I then repeatedly swerved left, right, left, right, until finally the universe decided it was time to stop. I then proceeded to spin around one and a half times until I crashed into a ditch, facing oncoming traffic.

I think if there had been any cars on the road, I would have tragically hit them all. Someone’s watching out for me.

I also recently realized something about Sedona: I don’t like it.
I miss having friends. There are no young people here, no music, no cool places to hang out and meet people.
Or maybe I need to accept that happiness comes from within. It’s not Sedona, it’s me.

I’m glad I’m here because I’m learning so much about myself, and I love living with Glen, and we’re so amazing together. But I don’t want to stay, and he does.
I feel like I’ve hit a wall, and I’m not sure what to do.

The end.

 

Today I begin THE BLOG.

I recently (5 January, 2010) moved to Sedona, Arizona for a few reasons; at the top of the list was to be with Glen Gray, who moved here in October with friends Jon H. and Michael M.

So far I’ve experienced paying bills for the first time, selling one car and buying two, Taize at the Chapel of the Holy Cross, the local Stupa, Madame Butterfly at the Phoenix Opera, the city of Jerome, and some incredible people. I got a job at the gift shop at the Hilton Hotel. I hope to work at the Sedona Humane Society before long. We got a kitten, 9 months old, who we still have not found a name for. Who needs a name, anyway?

Glen and I will be going back to Nashville for my sister’s wedding on 7 March 2010. Much looking forward to the visit!

I’ll be blogging fairly regularly, and we will soon be starting our Pantry website. (I’ll be sure to update on that)

Thanks for reading, whoever you are!