Tomorrow, I’m heading off to NYC – the first leg of the adventure. Here’s what today was like:
Went to be at 7:30 AM this morning after a loooooong night of work and packing. Woke up 3 1/2 hours later at 11AM and started working again until 2PM. Went to lunch to try the amazing tri-tip sandwich place here in Hollister, the Dunneville Cafe. Resumed work until 4PM. Went to the cemetery and walked around for 45 minutes looking for my friend’s mom and grandfather’s graves. Instead, shockingly, found the graves of many people I knew… and many, many more loved ones of people I know. Drove through Foster’s Freeze for an ice cream cone and a coke. Returned home, took my first bath in two days, threw in some laundry, did my taxes, called Keri, wrote some emails, drove through McDonald’s, had a nice chat with Shelley, gave myself a manicure, paid all my bills, packed some more, spent 30 minutes on the phone with my credit card company, drew little hearts all over my comforter to hide all the blobs from when I dyed it (which I’m currently sitting on to smoosh into the space bag so I can stuff it into my suitcase), updated my facebook status, did more laundry, plucked eyebrows, uploaded some pics to Flickr, and am now blogging.
A few minutes ago, my brother woke up and came in the room, finding me plucking my eyebrows.
Bro: Are you on meth?
Me: No, I’m just leaving for a huge trip tomorrow and I’m plucking my eyebrows so I don’t have a gorilla face when I see everyone tomorrow. And, I’m going to be giving myself a mini facial in a minute.
Bro: Seriously, are you on meth?
Me: I have never taken or even seen meth, Bobby.
Bro: Now, you are getting defensive like a meth head and starting to scare me.
I guess I’ve had a pretty full couple of days – at the end of a few frantic weeks of moving out of my apartment, wrapping up my life in the Bay Area and preparing to start an entirely new life that begins with an epic trip. Tomorrow, New York City! London in ten days. In 27 days, I’ll be moving into an apartment in Rome and settling in for two and a half months. What’s after that? I have no idea. I’m coming to the realization that I have the heart of a thrill seeker with the mind of a worrywart. I’m hoping Rome is every bit as lazy as promised and I’ll come home (wherever that will be) a more relaxed thrill seeker. And speaking Italian.
Time for mini-facial.
Howka Roxie & Jose.. glad you are off and running towards your adventure.. looking forward to your pics..when you go to museums that have our tribal baskets and such take some pics for me.There are alot of museums over there that took our tribal stuff overseas.
Hey Karen… I’ve been keeping an eye out for tribal stuff, but haven’t run into anything yet. There is a picture of some native americans up in the super historical, fancy pants coffee place called Caffe Greco (it’s been around for something like 250 years and a literary hangout). Evidently, Buffalo Bill came through town with his Wild West show and some of his fellow performers joined him there for coffee. Check out this awesome pic: http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4907378739_cdf17f1339.jpg