A friend of mine moved to Indianapolis, Indiana from New York because in his words, “Indianapolis feels like home.” As someone that’s always hated living in Indianapolis, I couldn’t understand how someone would WANT to move there. There are people I miss in Indianapolis, but I don’t miss the place itself. A year ago I moved to Wisconsin to be near my best friend. I now know what Danni was talking about. I’ve never felt this at home.
Home is where a light is left on until you get home.
Home is morning tea with your best friend.
Home is not locational, it is emotional.
Home is the place where you are loved.
For now, Middleton, Wisconsin is my home and I’m grateful.
I’ve always found great joy in music, but there are few songs that impact me to such an extent that I cry the first time I hear them. Tonight I heard the following song did:
“Dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up
Heartsick we nursed along the way we picked up
You may not see it when it’s sticking to your skin
But we’re better off for all that we let in
Lost friends and loved ones much too young
So much promises and work left undone
When all that guards us is a single center line
And the brutal crossing over when it’s time
Oooooooo
(I don’t know where it all begins)
Oooooooo
(And I don’t know where it all will end)
Oooooooo
(We’re better off for all that we let in)
One day those toughies will be withered up and bent
The father son the holy warriors and the president
With glory days of put up dukes for all the world to see
Beaten into submission in the name of the free Read more »
For many years I thought I needed someone else to make me whole. Someone to “complete me.” I’ve tried so many ways to find that completeness, but sometimes the cliché is the truth. The easy truth is sometimes the hardest to actualize/realize/deal with.
Ultimately I realized that I never needed anything outside my own acceptance, my own love, and my own respect. Do I want those things from other people? Yes. Do I need them to be complete? Hardly.
But saying that doesn’t mean I want to be alone. It means I can be and that’s ok. I had a recent bout of loneliness that came over me quick and pressed down on me like an imploding house. But even in that, the above realization was always with me. I’m at a point in my life where my needs and wants are clearly defined. It helps to know the difference, especially when I get lonely. Filling that void in my life is a want, not a need. That is such a relief/weight lifted, I can’t even explain it enough for one to understand the gravity it implies.
This recording was done at a mobile StoryCorps trailer on September 16th, 2007. The StoryCorps website describes itself this way:
StoryCorps is an independent nonprofit project whose mission is to honor and celebrate one another’s lives through listening.
By recording the stories of our lives with the people we care about, we experience our history, hopes, and humanity. Since 2003, tens of thousands of everyday people have interviewed family and friends through StoryCorps. Each conversation is recorded on a free CD to take home and share, and is archived for generations to come at the Library of Congress. Millions listen to our award-winning broadcasts on public radio and the Internet. StoryCorps is one of the largest oral history projects of its kind, creating a growing portrait of who we really are as Americans.
I love doing this kind of interview. Listening to it now is like a time capsule, and it was only two years ago.
I simply adore running at night. In Indianapolis it scared the crap out of me (just look at the crime rate and you’ll see why). Last night I ran, talked to friend via bluetooth, and just enjoyed the scenery. Wisconsin can be breathtakingly beautiful at times. Next time I’m going to do some long exposures at night. They can be some of the most awesome pics. Have I mentioned I love Madison?
I rode to the grocery store today. I am amazed at the amount of stuff I got in my backpack and on the back of my bike today. This is the list of things I bought:
5 blocks of cheese
1 pound of turkey breast
1 package of smoked sausage
3 pounds of turkey breast
1 box of sweet freedom fudge lites
3 packages of hot dogs (1 pound package)
1 pound of cheddar curds cheese
4 packages of ground turkey (1 pound each)
1 quart of plain dill pickles
1 package of cream cheese 8 oz.
1 package of bacon (1 pound)
1 package of broccoli (12 ounces)
1 package of salad (10 oz)
1 can of whipped cream (7 oz)
1 bag of cooked shrimp (1 pound)
2 containers of Smart Balance margarine (15 ounces)
2 bags of shredded cheese (8 oz bags)
1 can of Pam cooking spray (6 oz)
1 container of salt (1 lb)
1 box of cheer detergent (3 lb box)
12 swiffer refills
2 bags of Russell Stover sugar free chocolate truffles
I had my backpack stuffed and the back of my bike carried all the stuff that wouldn’t fit.
Of course, I keep myself occupied, listening to music. And I can check my email on the road….
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