Return of the Travelling Blog....kinda

So as you can see, I haven't written in a very long time. You know, basically all summer. I've been very on and off with the recipes. But my summer was all sorts of sporadic changes, with moving into a new apartment, moving out a week later into my boyfriend's place, moving back in, and taking a week off to go to Washington and Houston. Not much cooking to be done...

But this will be a new blog. I'm taking the advice of my teacher Jon Jory. I will write for 15 minutes every day. I consider most things I write to be non-fiction anyway, so keeping up with this blog with service both my non-fiction writing, letting my mom (and anyone else who may read this blog) know how my life is going and filling my time.

Let's start at the beginning. I moved to Washington last Friday, which means last Wednesday I left my home in New Mexico. And it was sad. And I cried a lot. In fact, I still cry a lot. I've uprooted my life once before. I left my childhood home and all my childhood friends in Oklahoma 4 years ago. And I cried, but proceeded to have great adventures. I left some friends and a boyfriend for a slightly unknown future in London. And I cried a lot more, but proceeded to have even better adventures.

So here I am, in Washington, having left a home, friends, and a boyfriend, crying a lot and waiting for the adventures to come. So far, it's been pretty bland....

The real world is not only hard, it's boring. I need to find a job, have auditions, rehearse, make a life for myself, oh and wait for my moving van to come! Hurrah!

It's kinda lonely here. Sure I'm living with two of my best friends (all we need is our Connecticut counterpart to come visit and the Quad will be a force once more!) But who I really miss is my best guy friend, someone I shared most of my days with for a year. Sure we still talk and text everyday. But it's only been a week. He'll start school soon and I'll hopefully have a job and rehearsals soon and we won't talk everyday. Maybe we won't take every week or every month. But for now, while I'm trying to make my way, I'm still sad and missing him.

I guess that's all I wanted to say today. This feeling has been living in a knot in my chest for the past week, so maybe writing it down, on the Internet, might make me feel a tiny bit better.

In honor of him, here's a link to how to create a watermelon keg. Which is exactly what he did two Sundays ago for my going away party.