tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57673003262271766162024-03-14T03:22:50.927-07:00treehouselightsgocarmengohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14635483077868888028noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767300326227176616.post-62267234733566390482014-07-24T09:20:00.000-07:002014-07-24T09:20:23.408-07:00Exchange mirrors for windows<span style="color: white;">A two year gap in writing leaves me with no ideas of what to write about except love. Our greatest friend and enemy. The thing that saves us, but without which we wouldn't need saving. It pushes and pulls. Drowns and resuscitates. Cuts down and waters. Makes us forget and makes us remember. The light to open eyes, the dark to closed eyes and hot tears. It is everything. It is all around us. It moves us and stops us. It is poison, it is wine. It is life, and it is death. Love can be the death of us, and it can be the life of us. It will be.<span style="background-color: #a64d79;"><span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Everything that I hate about love, has reminded me of what I hate about love. Two years of the same story: the protagonist that you can't do with, and can't do without. A bitter taste to the lips, a sweet taste on the tongue. Insane agony, insane ecstasy, insane circl<span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"><span></span></span>e. You can choose a different sort of insanity- you can crawl under the round barb-wired fence and find a corner, a dark corner that has no repetition, no smooth lines that take you round, just the safe lonely walls of a corner against your back. Exchange windows for mirrors. Remind yourself that you are sane, because you chose a different insanity. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">If you can let yourself be tender, love will reach you through the fury. It will quiet you, and beg you to listen, to break down the fury into distinguishable sounds, a thousand cries-- all for love-- <i>can you hear it? They are all crying for the same thing. They are all hurting each other, for the same thing. </i>Love will beg you to listen to each one, to try to understand, to remember that yours is just one of these. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">If you can let yourself be free, love can be an infinite mess of death and life. If you can believe that it is infinite, you can let yourself be free. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">This is what I am learning, and what I am hoping for. To be open to infinite hurt, and to infinite joy. To be free. To be infinite. </span>gocarmengohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14635483077868888028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767300326227176616.post-85276216816424658172012-09-07T12:36:00.001-07:002012-09-07T12:41:13.139-07:00The Mysterious Immobilization of the Flight Reflex<div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #b45f06;">
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It’s been 3 weeks since I started my PhD program and with
the heavy sigh at the end of every week comes the heavy thought: capitalism
SUCKS. Not the inherent qualities of capitalism, but what it necessarily does
to humans. What is meaningful has a price on it, yet we are fooled by the
conditions of our economic society to think “it’s all worth it in the end.”
What is “the end”? You will continue to sacrifice what is valuable to you
(another price of capitalism) so that you can fit into the capitalistic system,
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What I find more and more ludicrous about education is not
just how much money it costs, but THAT it costs. If the capital-driven model of
education were entirely demolished, the world’s economy would be devastated.
And yet, nothing “education-wise” would really change- the people who were
going to school to just “get a degree” would continue being as un-educated as
they would be with their degree, and the people who really thirsted for
knowledge would continue to seek it, independently. Why reach the same end
point, but scores of thousands of dollars later? </div>
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Clearly, my issues with being in school are multi-layered.
For one, I don’t like how, quite literally, poor it makes me. For another, I
don’t like how it tests my sanity and even my health, and makes me constantly
neglect what I value and love most. And lastly, I don’t like how it has made me
mysteriously incapable of throwing in the towel, despite my protests. Why do
people (including me) willingly put themselves through intense pressure and
stress for years on end? And willingly continue in that pattern (and perhaps a
worsening of it) even after attaining their degree? Here’s a useful metaphorical
analogy I have acquired from talking to Bree about his recent research. He
found that there is a species of wasp that has a complex and quite sadist
relationship with the roach. The wasp first stings the roach in its thorax so
that it is temporarily immobilized. Next, the wasp finds just the right spot in
the brain in which to sting the roach— a spot that paralyzes the roach AND
destroys its “flight” reflex. The roach, now entirely paralyzed—yet completely
aware and lucid— is unable to flee because the reflex which causes it to do so
is impaired. The wasp then takes the roach to its nest, where the paralyzed
body of the lucid roach is used to grow the wasp’s eggs on. This is
horrendously disgusting. But it serves a strikingly similar resemblance to grad
school- somehow, students have been sucked into academia’s lair, have somehow
had their flight reflexes immobilized, and are being fed upon by the
university. Again, quite disgusting. </div>
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But seriously, you may be asking the very valid question of
why I am still in school if this is how negatively I feel about it. Besides the
proposition that I believe academia has impaired my flight response, I’m just
taking everyone’s advice, including my own, and “trying it out.” I approach it
with the understanding and hope that the first semester is insanely hard and
possibly disillusioning, but that if I can get past it, a brighter experience quite
possible lies ahead. You may also be asking how it is that I’m in school when I
wrote in my last blog that the complicated situation of switching schools last
minute forced me to wait until 2013 to start. Long story short, GSU contacted
me while I was mid-flight to Phoenix (visiting family) to let me know they
received some unexpected funding and could now fund me starting the 2012 school
year. I had to make the decision in a day. Of the two choices I was faced with-
spend a year in Atlanta being a nanny, exploring the city, reading a lot (for
pleasure), taking photos, cooking, etc….and start a PhD program, with all the
it entails and was mentioned with great drudgery at the beginning of the blog—
I chose the latter, because…well, who the hell knows. For complicated reasons.
But here I am, in a PhD program, daily wishing I was living a different and
more relaxed sort of life.</div>
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It’s been hard to find my “niche” at GSU because none of the
professors there have the background in communication (interpersonal,
qualitative research) that I come from. I did however, make acquaintance with
my research advisor, who is perhaps one of the only interpersonal researchers
there, and it has proven so far to be a potentially blessed connection. She
does research in gerontology- something I have never had an interest in.
However, in taking one of her courses and discussing/reading her research, it
turns out I really am interested in this field. Rather than merely studying “old
people” (with whom I find it difficult to relate), she studies “aging” (which
we can all relate to). I’ve been learning all sorts of negative cultural
messages about aging and old people that we are bombarded with daily and that
we believe. I am definitely guilty of this- I have always greatly feared aging,
and I have not looked upon old age as something good. I have always dreaded
being an old person and have vocalized publicly my desire to die young. But
what I am learning is that our construction of what it means to age is so
tainted by cultural messages of it, that it is possible to dig underneath that
and come up with healthier, more truthful, beliefs about what it means to age. </div>
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With that said, I spontaneously decided to join a non-profit
organization, “Adopt-A-Grandparent,” where I partner with an assisted living
facility and visit my “grandparent” buddy every week. This is something I never
would have imagined myself doing- as I said, I grew up with some pretty deeply
entrenched discomfort around older adults, and though I enjoy volunteer
opportunities, I have intentionally sought opportunities related to young
people. I still can’t explain why I am doing this, but I know that part of it
is because I’ve begun to feel more empathic for older adults- one driving force
being the knowledge that I myself will get there one day. Plus, older people
are way less drama than younger people. I look forward to starting my work in
this program this month.</div>
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On the home front, Bree and I have both been trying to
manage being in school while also spending time with each other and trying to
maneuver errands like grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, etc. I’ve always
enjoyed grocery shopping, but now it is a chore. The danger of that is, since
I’m the only one with a car, I go alone and my shopping is driven by the
fervent desire to never have to do it again. I buy enough food to feed a family
of 10 (not exaggerating). On my last trip, I came home with nearly 40 apples
and nearly 20 sweet potatoes. It did not occur to me, at all, that this was an
insane amount for two people, and that we wouldn’t be able to finish them prior
to the end of their shelf life. Bree found it quite comical. I think the flight
mechanism that grad school has destroyed is also connected to some side-effect
of making me disoriented and disconnected from reality in general.</div>
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Bree has been having a grand old time at Emory, diving
thirstingly into his readings (and usually reading more than he has to), and
attending extra-curricular events. Last week we both attended a “Students for
Philosophy” event that is student-organized and allows Emory students, weekly,
to present their current research with one another. We are both really
impressed with how self-motivated the grad students at Emory are. Then again,
they are also always “partying” (not in the negative sense of the word). We
have spent several nights going out with new friends at Emory and doing things
like Karaoke night at a Korean karaoke club, coconut night at a friends house
(we literally just got together to eat coconuts), and birthday parties. What
really strikes me about Emory students is how I have heard not one of them
complain about their work load. It’s a real glaring difference between the
cohort at GSU. In my program, I think people get together IN ORDER TO complain
about their work load. When students at Emory hang out, you wouldn’t even know
they are in school, let alone a grad program. Being pitted against people with
such carefree attitudes has given me quite an inferiority complex when I am
around them. All in all though, there is good potential to make good friends
with Bree’s group of mates at Emory. </div>
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We have also been attending a weekly “compassion meditation”
class, held in the dark, quite, cold basement of the Emory campus chapel. It’s
actually incredibly peaceful and calming. It’s our chance to leave everything
at the door for an hour and focus on fostering compassion, both for ourselves
and for others. The instructor has a very heavy and calming presence and she
exudes compassion- if you both catch each others’ eye before/after meditation,
she smiles so big, with her entire body, that it becomes humanly impossible not
to feel cared for- not just by her, but by the whole earth. </div>
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Well, I have written enough for now and apologize for having
taken up so much of your time. I do welcome comments, even if you just want to
tell me how stupid I am. I miss everyone and wish that everyone could always be
happy and always win. </div>
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When I visited Phoenix, we (my brothers Beni and Dani, and friends Stephen and Aeni) spent a day in Fossil Creek...the beauty shall speak for itself! </div>
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With Beni and Dani at one of the many waterfalls at Fossil Creek.</div>
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With Stephen at Fossil Creek.</div>
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It took him a long time to contemplate it, but he did eventually jump.</div>
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We went upstream and found another small waterfall with a natural whirpool...we had it all to ourselves and played in it for some time.</div>
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This is the whirpool. If we just floated in it, it would take us round and round in circles, by its own power. Fun!</div>
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View of the waterfall from above. The cliff-jumping spot was just feet away from here. I did not jump. I am not insane. </div>
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Leaving Fossil Creek...shall return soon!</div>
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My mother forced me to work and make food the whole time I was visiting home. So much for being a guest. JK....totally jk. </div>
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You don't see very many people yet (because it's early morning), but this is downtown Atlanta, where GSU is. It's huge and disorienting and scary.</div>
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There are some parts of downtown Atlanta that are less formidable-- there are many parks. Live music happening basically all the time. Lots of international restaurants. </div>
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This is the classroom I teach in- 3rd floor in a huge, old building. I hate it. It looks like a high school classroom. </div>
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There is always activity in the parks. This huge chess set has people waiting in line to play. It's quite comical to see grown men lift chess pieces that are half the size of their bodies. </div>
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The building to the left is one that our Comm department will be moving into in January. High rise buildings make me incredibly nervous. </div>
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A party with Emory students at our friend Sasha's pad. It reminds me a little bit of the inside of Lux. </div>
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A coconut party at our friend Justin's (left) house/backyard. Justin and Bree were at odds about what is the best way to open a coconut. Justin's method: a machete. Bree's method: a drill. </div>
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Facetime with Lavi!</div>
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Facetime with Bree's family! We spent about an hour reading the second part of Bree's book that he wrote for his papa, David. David used to makeup bedtime stories for his kids when they were younger, and Bree took the general themes of those stories and wrote a children's book based on them, which he gave to David. Precious.</div>
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Wittle Izzy!</div>
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We went to the Decatur Book Festival, where we spent $14 on 14 books. Apparently, we broke the record for this booth's sales, so they wrote it down on the white board (Bree gave his name as "Spartacus") and had Bree take a picture with it. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">One month ago today our “going away” party took place. I hate to admit it-
in case it offends anyone who attended- but it sucked. I’ve decided that going
away parties are some of the worst kind of parties and I will try my best to
never attend one again, especially not my own. It sucked because of how hard it
was emotionally to see everyone but not have any real conversations (given the
circumstances of the amount of people there with whom we had to make sure and
converse, noise level, etc.). But it did re-enforce to me how important (and
awesome) it is to upkeep relationships by keeping in contact with people on
some level. I can say that that's been one good thing about being in Atlanta-
I've had lots of good, albeit mediated by technology, conversations with
friends and family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Now that the negativity is out of the way, I shall try to give an update of
our lives in Atlanta since we left...with just a few dashes of negativity here
and there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The road trip here was, objectively speaking, a very good road trip. I say
"objectively" because WHILE it was happening, it was heart-wrenching.
But, just as I suspected based on what I learned in "communication
studies" classes and from what I observed through experience, I was in
shock and didn't even cry once during the entire trip. Take that as a sign not
that I had no feelings about it but that I was so overwhelmed that my body
could not allow itself to express the emotion, lest it should be too much for
it to handle. Normally when you're on road trips, you wait impatiently for
every new mile marker to see the mileage go lower and lower, signaling that you
are nearing your destination. But for me, it was quite the opposite-I hated
seeing the miles towards our destination decrease by the minute. I kept
sincerely hoping that this was all a long, months long dream. And I kept
wondering, why do people choose to do these things (i.e. move away from their
entire family and friends group) and HOW do they do it? How are people capable
of so much emotion and pain that they CHOOSE to go through?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">More objective comments on the road trip...Normally I like to control
things, but I had no fire in me to care about much, so I let Bree dictate where
we would go and how long we would stay. We ended up in god awful places like
New Mexico for the first night, and Arkansas for the second. For our last leg
of the trip, we arrived in Nashville on an early evening and went to a couple
of places recommended to us by Stephanie, who lived there for the last 5
years(ish) but recently moved back to AZ. The next day, we did some more
exploring and went to a coffee shop that Stephanie used to be a manager at...or
so we thought. She told us to bring up her name to the barista so that we can
possibly score a discount, but the barista's face was as blank as my bank
account when we mentioned Stephanie's name. Turns out we drove about 10 miles
to end up at the entirely wrong coffee shop. It was still a great experience
though with good coffee. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">We arrived at our apartment on Friday night at 8pm...overall, we made good
time, considering we left Phoenix on Tuesday at around noon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The first couple of weeks were spent obliterating our savings to stock up
our aparment with food and decorate it Bree and Carmen (Brarmen) style. It was
fun to be kept busy with this during the day, but come night time, the shock of
having been ripped from my home wore off and I experienced the emotions full
blast. Never a night since I've been here that the pillow hasn't felt my
tears. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">On top of feeling entirely alone (well, except for Bree being here), I felt
intense intense dread about attending UGA and being ripped apart yet again and
even further from home and from Bree too this time. Why in the world was I
doing this to myself, I kept asking? What was so important about a PhD that I
would literally sacrifice EVERYTHING (although temporarily...but 4 years is a
long time) to pursue it? The answer became clear on the morning I had to wake
up and drive to campus, almost 2 hours away, to square away my paperwork. And
the answer was this: Getting a PhD is NOT important enough to make me live
alone and not be in my own home for 4 years. Enough damage is done having moved
2,000 miles away from AZ- why another 70 miles, away from the only person I
have here, the person I love most? So that morning, I decided not to attend UGA
anymore and to re-apply to Georgia State (GSU), where I had originally been
accepted to (even before UGA) but denied their offer so that I can take UGA's.
The reasons for making that choice are complicated and unnecessary to retell,
but the premise of my new choice to go to GSU instead of UGA (other than the
fact that it is 5 miles away from our home as opposed to 70 miles) is that my
relationships are more important to me than the prestige of a program. While I
enjoy teaching and especially learning, I don't need a PhD from the best school
to do that. GSU, while not as top-ranked as UGA, is a great school for someone
like me who is more willing to follow her relationships around the country than
to follow her career around the country. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The short of it is that GSU accepted me back but did not have funding left
for this year, so I will be attending there next year. In the year I have off,
I intend to teach online (which I am already doing), perhaps nanny part-time
(as a way to deal with my intense feelings of missing my nephews and
nieces...), read, photograph, and explore the city. It sounds like an
incredible opportunity to live leisurely and interestingly, but I am a person
who always needs to be busy in order to feel ok, so it will be an enormous
challenge for me to have a lot of time on my hands. I hope that a good amount
of that time will also be spent visiting Phoenix and Chicago. In fact, I am
visiting Phoenix next week for a few days! I haven't been this excited about a
trip since I was maybe 15 years old. I can't wait to be around my friends and
family! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Everybody imparts the knowledge that moving away from home is going to be
one of the greatest experiences of your life, if at least for the fact that you
will learn a lot about yourself. It certainly hasn't been one of the greatest
experiences of my life (yet...), but here is what I have learned about myself
so far. This is not meant as a compliment, at all, but rather quite the
opposite: I am deeply, deeply empathic. I have such a deep reservoir for
emotions that every emotion is felt, I think, many times over than the average
person feels it. Again, this is not meant as self-inflation because I
absolutely hate that I have such a great capacity for emotion. I do think there
are benefits, of course (i.e. I empathize with people very much- I can cry in a
split second upon seeing someone else in pain). But mainly, it causes great
pain as I not only feel pain so deeply, but feel the pain of others not
understanding how much it is felt. I've always known this about myself, but
have not confronted it often. I did confront it when I had to decide whether I
wanted to go to UGA. When people would tell me, "You'll get used to
it" and things of the like, they did not and do not understand that I
WON'T get used to it. I'm just not built like most people- I can keep an
emotion for my entire life. And what this has taught me is to accept some of my
fears and choose things based on them. While we're always taught to not give in
to our fears and act on them, I learned that some things that you fear (i.e.
moving away from home) tell you something very true and real about yourself,
and sometimes it's ok to listen to those fears and act on them. For me, my fear
was being entirely alone in a city with no support system, and I gave in to
that fear and realized it isn't something I am willing to do. Perhaps I am able
to, but I am not willing to. I've come to appreciate life more in the sense
that life can end at any moment- why choose to do something that makes you
miserable, even if it will pay off in the end, when you don't even know if
you'll wake up tomorrow? </span></div>
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Scary skies driving through Arkansas. The humidity was so bad, we had steam coming out of the car vents. We thought we were overheating and pulled over twice. After some research on our handy iphones, we learned that this is a normal phenomenon in the humid south.<br />
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The nearer we got to Georgia, the greener the scenery.<br />
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A beautiful scene I felt like we should turn around for and take pictures. <br />
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Lots of weird looking bugs here in the south. <br />
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We have been eating like kings.<br />
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The "wrong" coffee shop that we went to. Pretty cool decor. <br />
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(Sorry these are all out of order...) Bree and I on our last day of packing before moving. Heart wrenching. <br />
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This was the first day of our road trip...the pretty parts of AZ before entering gross New Mexico.<br />
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I kicked Bree out of the car and made him walk a mile...<br />
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Not happy about the current situation. <br />
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Only sold in New Mexico....<br />
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Bree is a vandal. <br />
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Who HASN'T seen this... <br />
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I sold a book on amazon while on the road trip. Luckily, I had it with me, so I made Bree stop on the highway when we saw a huge sign that read "Post Office." Here he is, on the way back from it, with package still in hand...fail.<br />
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Quite foggy.<br />
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Tennessee has a special place in my heart. I've lived there a couple of summers (to babysit my nephew and niece) and made some great childhood memories there.<br />
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Love southern "bayou" decor.<br />
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You know you're in the south when one of these is tied to a pole.<br />
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Despite the devastation this box received, not one piece of the fragile dinnerware was broken, thanks to my seriously OCD packing methods. <br />
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Our typical diet.<br />
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The living room is not done (we are waiting for a couch) but this is what it looks like so far. We like it.<br />
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My new bike! And part of Bree's finger.<br />
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This made me soooo happy! The nephews and nieces have been good (the best!) about facetiming with me :) <br />
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Taking a ride through the lush neighborhood.<br />
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A general view of the houses here. Very comfy and cozy looking. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've read once, in the Master's thesis of a wise man, that "all beginnings have a scent of arbitrariness about them," and though I forget many things, I haven't forgotten this. I am reminded of it every time I try to write something new and have a hard time knowing where to begin. I suppose a proper place to begin at, for a blog, would be today. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I just saw the film "Seeking a Friend for the End of the World" tonight. It was a brilliant movie with a brilliant idea- how would people behave if faced with the certain and very quickly nearing extinction of humankind? What kept confusing me during the entire film was why not many people seemed to be freaking out. The only two that seriously freaked out ended up killing themselves, but why was no one alive and terrified? It bothered me. I needed someone to do that so I could relate. Because I imagine that in those circumstances, I would be out of my mind with fear. And I felt like such a shitty person as I watched these characters living so differently than I think I would have. They seemed to have no fear, like I would have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Fear has certainly been the most present feeling in my heart over the last few months, and particularly the past couple of weeks. This is one of the main reasons I am hoping to keep this blog (that, and just an easier way of keeping people posted). When I fear the future, I live in the false and extreme reality of it, and I am incapable of thinking through it in any positive way. I am hoping that writing about my fears, the future, and what is actually happening will help to give me clarity and thaw the freeze of fear that I so easily bring myself into. I cannot always bring myself to talk to people when I am overwhelmed by fear, even though I know it almost always helps. So maybe this blog will help.
I will begin by writing my fears, and this will also serve, partially, to explain what big changes are going on in my life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear missing my family so much when I move to Georgia. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about them passing by and glancing at my empty room. It makes me so sick to my stomach to imagine what they might feel when they see that. The pain of missing them will be deep, but it's even more painful to think about them missing me. I don't understand why this is. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear my parents, particularly my dad, declining much in health while I am gone. In fact, I fear he will die in the timeframe of my program. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear being so lonely living in Athens for most of the week, away from Bree. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear being terrified at night when I'm alone in Athens. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear being so stressed that I won't be a good person to be around, and being difficult to get along with. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear struggling a whole lot financially. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear having my car breaking down and having no one to call for help and no way to get around if my car needs work for a while. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear Bree having to ride his bike in the winter and rain and any unpleasant weather. And what if he gets hit by a car? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear hating the students and professors in my program, and not fitting in with them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I fear not being successful in the program for the reasons listed above and many, many more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And now, I must list the things I am excited about, even though I really really don't feel like it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I am excited to take a cross-country road trip. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I am excited to have my own apartment (although I like my house here in Phoenix). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I am excited to be able to eat healthier and be more intentional with my heath because I will have a place to keep my food. A place with no meat blood and moldy food. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I am excited to explore new places in Atlanta, particularly: book stores, forests, restaurants, coffee shops, and anything that I can photograph. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-I am excited for Bree to start his program and to begin doing the things he has been really looking forward to. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And all at the same time, I am so painfully terrified and so eager to experience brand new and unknown things that will, I hope, strengthen me and change me from this disgusting, fear-full creature to one full of joy and wonder, even for things that break me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I leave Arizona in one week. The home and the bed that I have slept in for 15 years. The living room in which I put up 15 Christmas trees. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I hope that soon, I can be so fearless and so brave that future blogs will be filled with all things other than me. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too afraid to jump in the water at West Clear Creek.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bree being reckless at West Clear Creek.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking my nephews and nieces out a lot...bowling, swimming, movies, pottery making, boating, hiking. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boating on Lake Pleasant with my brothers and nephews in one week, and with my brother and Bree, Ty, and Erin the following week. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My brother Dani and nephews Johnny, Timmy, and Manny at Lake Pleasant.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Floating in Lake Pleasant, pleasantly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake Pleasant.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying Goldwater Lake, Prescott AZ.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldwater Lake</td></tr>
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