Wednesday, August 24, 2011

3 years, 5 moves.

 I'm not exactly the gold standard of commitment, but I can say that I'm certainly trying. I have been dating my boyfriend for 2.5 years. I have been at my current job for one year, eight months. And just to throw it in there, I've been working out with Jillian Micheal's 30 Day Shred since January.  This comes after a string of annual boyfriends, semester internships and a first job that didn't last (because I moved!!!) and a habit of growing bored from cleats, saddles, pianos, bells, basketballs and other equipment required hobbies I explored while growing up. One thing I can't seem to figure out though is this whole staying in one place thing. This past weekend I moved for the 5th time in my three years since college. I can official say I'm an expert at furniture arranging, shopping at Bed Bath and Beyond and enlisting people to use the hand truck so I don't have to. Feel free to marvel below at my new use of space.



Oh and our bedroom has basically no lighting right now, so I'll show you what it would look like if I had boatloads of money.  I have the bed and the poster. Anyone want to donate an Eames lounge chair to me or $300 for Anthropologie curtains?



Friday, August 5, 2011

Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star if I could just get out of this place

Summer Fridays around the office are deathly quiet. I am probably one of five sitting at my desk right now. And I'm listening to Billy Joel.


And I can't really look forward to the weekend because I take the GRE tomorrow. More like GRRRRRRR. They should require this test after you graduate from high school, since that was the last time I saw this equation: y=mx+b. Or what about this one: c2=a2 +b2. Those 2=squares. Also, who remembers that opposite the hypotenuse of a triangle, the side equals 2x? Give me a break slash wish me luck.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Wild and Wonderful

Last weekend we ventured into the wild West Virginia for hiking, white water rafting and camping. When we got there Saturday, we made the 800 stair descent to the old Kaymoor Mine.  An abandoned mining town, there are still structures on the mountainside from the days of excavation. The most ironic thing is that these men worked in such terrible conditions, but were surrounded by beautiful scenery I'm sure there was no way they could appreciate. At the bottom of the mountain, past the railroad tracks and beyond the boulders is this:

With a night of 2 hours of sleep behind me thanks to not remembering how to camp and ridiculously sore calves from climbing more steps than the broken Woodley Park metro escalator, I confronted my fear of white water rafting with a few class V waves and a native West Virginian river guide name Scott. Let's just say I know a new meaning of "indefinitely." Ask me about that one later. 

I've been back in the city one day and I miss the quiet, the stars, no electricity. Granted, I think it would take about a week before I missed the city, but sometimes I wonder.