tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682Sun, 08 Sep 2024 01:07:05 +0000yogaFoodabout mechallengesGripesgoalsrelationships12 Months to JoyApparently it takes longer than twelve months to find Joy...noreply@blogger.com (Jly)Blogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-1920565546361509655Sat, 16 Jun 2012 04:08:00 +00002012-06-15T21:10:57.546-07:00Two Months...Til I'm outta here!!! Hooray!!!!!!!!!!! That has nothing to do with my post, but I am excited nonetheless so I just had to say it. Anyway, here is the real post:<br />
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When I'm not obsessively looking for apartments on Craigslist, I do other things, such as, going to rehearsal dinners for weddings I'm not invited to. But when you get invited by your best friend (who lives all the way in Colorado) to a rehearsal dinner that's catered by Dinosaur BBQ and Cayuga Creamery (see my yelp review :),) you don't turn that down. If you are not familiar with Dinosaur BBQ, I highly suggest you get familiarized with it... maybe not if you're living somewhere like North Carolina, but definitely if you are living in Upstate NY. It's pretty delicious as far as I'm concerned, and if you were to ask anyone I went to high school with, I'd bet you a hundred bucks that they would agree. I wish I took a picture of my food cause you would totally be jealous right now. Crumbly honey cornbread, smoked brisket, and spicy sweet ribs falling right off the bone. Oh yeah...<br />
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What a perfect night for a rehearsal dinner!<br />
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Mostly though it was fun to hang with my friend Erin who I went to grad school with. <br />
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That's us!<br />
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Sadly I do not see her as often as I would like (which is to say, every day, so I guess even if I lived in Colorado, that would probably remain true) so I take what I can get, especially since she just adopted a supremely beautiful baby girl from Ethiopia who is just so sweet and has seemingly adapted quite well in the last three weeks she's been here. <br />
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That's her!<br />
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Aside from the fact that she just does not want to let me hold her, she is quite perfect. A lovely time had by all. <br />
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Also, I actually have plans for the rest of the weekend, which makes me a happy girl. Heading to a girls night with some of my Ithaca ladies tomorrow night and to Watkins Glen on Sunday. There are sure to be more pics ahead, so keep an eye out!2012/06/two-months.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-618207895155795655Tue, 12 Jun 2012 18:18:00 +00002012-06-15T21:11:58.115-07:00Weekend Synopsis.Hello all. So I headed to NH last weekend to see the boy. It was fun. We went to Boston to look for apartments on Friday but were very tired and got suckered into an apartment that was really way too expensive for us. A few days later we came to our senses and decided against it, which is really too bad cause it had a pool (and not a gross sketchy one either!) and a gym. But sadly, logic outweighed our (see: my) big dreams of getting skinny and looking super hot. Oh well. So the boy has very kindly taken on the frustrating job of finding us an apartment (I guess there are some perks to living in Ithaca) I also watched him play rugby. That was fun. But seeing bunch of dudes pile up on him and realizing that there is a tiny little piece of you that is very anxious that he won't get up=less fun. Nothing of the sort happened though, so we went and drank with his friends. Sunday was largely uneventful, but involved some grilling and catching up on some light reading about couples therapy. I was very sad to have to head back to Ithaca. Just a couple of short months left!!!!!!!!!!! (yay.)<br />
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It is almost always a gorgeous drive from Ithaca to Keene. This time was no exception:<br />
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*Sidebar* Okay, seriously, if anyone out there knows why the students at Cornell run from their desk to the stacks that are literally 5 feet away, please, please share. It boggles my mind. Or why people insist on running across campus. I understand if you are late to an appointment or something, but for some reason, I feel it is not the case here. Everyone is just spazzing out ALL OF THE TIME. But I digress. That is a different rant for a different day. <br />
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So if you are single (and by single I mean you are uncoupled or your partner is living far, far away. Boo.) I would say Ithaca is not the place to be. Apparently I was the only one who didn't get the memo that if you are going to move here you should probably move with your loved one, or at least a friend who wants to go on a wild adventure and move to Ithaca, NY!! Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say that I am friendless-- not by any means. I have met some really fantastic people that I will miss very much when I move (luckily most of them are moving as well, so I don't feel as bad) but most of them are partnered off and spend a lot of time with their person, as well they should. It's probably my own fault that I have not gone off exploring all that Ithaca has to offer by myself, but you know, it's just not as fun. I have gone on a few hikes with the pups in some decent places, but aside from that, it doesn't feel like there's a whole lot around aside from the Farmer's Market and a few pretty parks. <br />
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Enough about the less favorable points of Ithaca, let's talk about some of the good stuff. Ithaca has its share of festivals, and if there is one thing that I love, it's a good festival, with food. Mostly I love the food, but you know, whatever. The Ithaca Festival is a strange little festival with lots of local music that I could hear right outside my window (both the joys and frustrations of living right on the commons.) Some music was pretty bad and other bands were fairly entertaining. There are a lot of people who like to dance in this town. Some of them seem crazy. Others just get really excited about music. (I had a little movie that I filmed via Iphone that showed exactly how excited people get, but I couldn't figure out how to load it on to my blog. Boo. It is really very entertaining.) Oh, that's the other thing about Ithaca. There are a lot of... let's say, interesting people here. Sometimes I look at the people who wander around the commons and I think to myself, does that person have serious mental health issues? Or are they just weird? It's really very hard to tell sometimes, and I'm a professional. There were also small children performing random things all over the place. One performance was of small children doing karate. They were so freaking cute and looked a lot like this: <br />
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The Ithaca Festival was kicked off by the Ithaca Parade. It was a Luau theme, can you tell? I'm pretty sure half the population of Ithaca was in the parade doing random things such as the following:<br />
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Apparently there was also a "Volvo Ballet." Unfortunately I missed it. I think it was to drum up excitement for the used Volvo they were giving away as a raffle prize. It looked a little like this (I'm not even kidding): <br />
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Aren't Tuffy and Biggie just the cutest things? They were super snuggly at the parade-- probably cause they were terrified of all the people around them, but cute nonetheless :)<br />
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I'm heading to see the boy in NH next weekend. Huzzah!2012/06/ithaca-fest.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-8485628725167701945Sat, 02 Jun 2012 23:01:00 +00002012-06-14T09:19:18.563-07:00Doing it and doin' it and doin' it well...I'm not sure if it's ironic or appropriate that I am shoving my face with Thai food as I write this. I've been thinking a lot about my trip lately and missing Thailand oh so much. The food, the people, the scenery. I could go on and on. Part of what I miss the most though is the person I was when I was there. I know that seems ridiculous, but the person that I was in the summer of 2011 was confident and happy and didn't give a shit about what people thought. I was out there doing stuff! Not pondering what it would be like if I was doing stuff or complaining about not doing stuff... <br />
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Sadly, that does not feel like the person I am now. Now I am living in Ithaca feeling as though this place has sucked the life out of me. That's harsh, I know. Prior to moving from Boston, I had such high hopes for this "city" in Upstate New York-- It was a small, but eclectic town with a diverse, big city feel that held a job I had worked really hard for. Not to mention, it was a place to start over. I didn't want to think of it that way because for the first time I wasn't moving because I was trying to run away from my life and that felt really good. But there was a little bit of truth to that-- a place to start over. I mean I knew no one and no one knew me. As such things go though you can never really start over. After all, I am inherently the same person as I have always been-- someone who loves new experiences but sometimes struggles to do things alone; someone who is open to meeting new people, but somehow always manages to feel a little lonely and awkward; and clearly someone who is inconsistent at best (forgive me loyal blog readers who have been requesting that I start writing again. Thank you for keeping the faith.) So maybe I was deluding myself into thinking that I had changed. In my defense though, I felt different and full of life. In Ithaca I am mostly alone and bored, which makes me very, very cranky. You can really only go on so many walks with the dogs, people! I have made a handful of good friends who are all coupled off and often busy with their partners, conquered the creation of homemade bread and pickles, finished more books in the last year than I have in the last 10 years and stayed up to date on Gossip Girl and Glee, but otherwise Ithaca has not given me much of anything aside from the desire to GET OUT! It probably doesn't help that most of my friends here are also hating on Ithaca and leaving soon. <br />
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Before I get ahead of myself though and go off on a rant about Ithaca, there is one amazingly lovely and wonderfully happy, happy thing that has come out of this place. Thanks to having nothing to do and no place to go and no one to hang out with (see I told you my negativity wouldn't go that far) I reconnected with New Hampshire Boy #1. Truthfully, he hadn't gone that far either since somehow we had managed to stay (mostly) "friends"/friends the whole time. After many nights of insanely long phone calls and a handful of awkward moments, we have since gotten back together and now I am totally and completely in love, like... smitten. As a result (see March 2010) New Hampshire is now officially off my shit list. Go ahead, vomit a little, I know you want to-- I mean even I am a little bit disgusted by how crazy I feel sometimes. Anyway, I won't bore you with the details of our romance, but let's just say I am awfully happy with that part of my life, so much so that we are both moving back to Boston!! Hurrah! <br />
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Okay, I know I started this post off being totally down and out and now you're probably thinking, what is this girl bitching about?! I promise I'll get back to my point even though I'm not entirely sure what that is right now. I love Thailand, I hate Ithaca, I love boys (mine in particular).... Okay, my point is that I want to write more. Yeah, yeah I know you're thinking that you've heard this all before. I am a fickle soul what can I say? But the other day I was sharing with the boy that I have always wanted to be a travel writer. And last year, I made a goal for myself that I was going to go to one new place (out of the country) a year. But it seems that given my new life plans (yay love! yay Boston!) that traveling this year may not be a possibility. So I decided, why wait to start writing again? I can write about Ithaca and wherever else I go to on the weekends (Keene, NH-- you better start getting a little more interesting) And it will all be good practice for when I actually decide to adhere to my life goals and go somewhere. I mean so much of what I loved about myself last year was that I was doing things, not thinking about them and hemming and hawing over whether or not something was the right decision or wrong one. I was just doing it and not caring and feeling pretty damn good about it all. So I'm trying to get back to that. Okay, so writing about Ithaca may not be the most exciting thing ever but the point is that I am doing something, not just talking about doing something....starting... now!2012/06/im-not-sure-if-its-ironic-or.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-6361596995700767427Thu, 16 Jun 2011 06:22:00 +00002011-10-20T13:04:42.197-07:00A Moment in the Sun.Like the spiders that hang from the ceiling of my guest house, I swing back and forth in the air, trying to relax as I hang from the rope that is keeping me from falling 60 feet to the rocks below. I manuever myself to avoid banging into the tree that grows from the side of the mountain. It is my first attempt at rock climbing and I am going to get to the top if it kills me. This is what I am thinking at that very moment. Because after attempt number four to swing my leg to the next notch available, I am starting to get frustrated. My new friends below have already shimmied up a couple of different rock faces and here I am, swinging in the air, having fallen. Again. The sun is hot and the rocks feel like they are melting my fingertips. Only ten more feet and I'll hit the ring that signifies my success. Sweaty sunscreen trickles down my face, stinging my eyes. I am going to do this if it fucking kills me. The thoughts of anger and frustration run through my mind. Tapes that had started to feel unfamiliar come back more easily than I would like them to, creating cobwebs in my brain. I am tangled, trying to fight through to the positivity that seems to be winning over these days. With another curse under my breath, I gather up every ounce of strength and grip on to the small slippery ledge I have available to me. I heave my leg up and it catches. Oh my God! I did it! I am up to the top in a few short motions. I bounce off the side of the mountain as I work my way down. I think to myself, with a bit of self- satisfaction, It's about time I left the web weaving to the experts...<a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667493406176146" /></a><br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665667529263878322" /></a>2011/06/moment-in-sun.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-3943221839406021789Tue, 07 Jun 2011 13:07:00 +00002011-10-20T13:00:44.181-07:00The NorthSince my last entry, I've explored Chiang Mai where I went to a cooking class, learned how to make curry paste, pad thai, tum yum goong, and most importantly mango with sticky rice (get excited friends!) <br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666002948368786" /></a><br /><br />I went to a jazz club with a friend of a friend the next night, listened to some incredible music and was surrounded by people who filled the room with the most contagious positive energy. I smiled so much my face hurt by the end of the night. <a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666132722864402" /></a><br />I then moved on to Pai for a couple of days-- definitely NOT enough time in case you were wondering-- and met a couple of people with whom I shared some great conversation(a rarity in travel companions.) We spent our days riding through Northern Thailand on motorbikes, watching the countryside pass by as we rode our way up to the Coffin Caves in Supong. Up until that point, I had never seen scenery so beautiful... Hugging the curves of mountain after mountain, we prayed for large rickety trucks filled with people to avoid hitting us as they flew past. I went solo to the waterfalls, trying to beat the setting of the sun. I watched it sink behind the huge fluffy clouds that looked almost cartoonish while people on the side of the road called out offering opium. You know, just in case I was interested... (for the record, I was not.) When I finally reached the waterfalls though, the fear of being stuck on a motorbike I wasn't super familiar with riding, particularly on a dirt road in the dark, dissapated. I jumped in the waterfall and swam around, the water cold, but envigorating.<br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665664460060796354" /></a><br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665664416121146002" /></a><br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665664381231848034" /></a><br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665664337381254242" /></a><br /><br />I was sad to leave Pai, but Chiang Mai beckoned with the prospects of meeting my friend and finally staying in a hotel that didn't have blood stains and gecko poo on the bed. Who knew that my standards had dropped so significantly?? Toilet paper AND soap?? SIGN ME UP! We spent our time wandering around the city, exploring temples, <a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666091044377554" /></a><br /><a href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665666047287444386" /></a><br />pushing our way through crowds and trying out random but delicious street foods. Taking chances with some interesting chip flavors (teriakyi chicken and sweet basil anyone?) and Archa, the PBR of Thai beers, we escaped the frequent downpours and watched some questionable (at best) Thai TV. <br /><br />Saying our goodbyes at the end of the weekend as I moved on to Ko Phi Phi and he to Laos felt bittersweet as it often does with many of the people I have met along the way, but I suppose that is a post for another time. This has already gotten pretty long and my Internet time is running up. Until next time...2011/06/north.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-5463695517250940427Mon, 30 May 2011 01:41:00 +00002011-07-15T07:17:41.848-07:00A Little Lonely...The one thing I had really been nervous about prior to leaving for this trip was being by myself. Because being by myself would ultimately fuel a sense of loneliness, a feeling that I have never particularly been comfortable with. Thankfully though, since being in Thailand, there have been very few moments where loneliness has hit, but it is happening right now, as I am riding on the overnight bus to Chiang Mai, writing only by the light of my cell phone. After a couple of pretty spectacular days in Bangkok with friends, new and old (although I suppose in this case, "old" is somewhat relative) the feeling of being by myself is overwhelming and a little sad. I have a hard time not imagining them having experiences that I will not be a part of. I know that as I continue on my travels, I will also continue to meet new people and new friends. To me, these connections are what makes traveling such a transformative experience. In a way, it makes the world feel like a smaller place, and causes you to wonder how and why certain people come into your life. Take my friend Jon for example. During this trip, I've thought to myself on a number of occasions, that had I never met him in the first place, I may never have come on this trip. So did he come into my life for that reason? To help me feel compelled enough to leave my job and go to Thailand? Perhaps. Even if not, I am grateful for his presence, for helping me to not feel so alone on this trip and introducing me to his friends, who I think have done a great job of including me despite their prior close connections. And so we come full circle, back to this sense of loneliness that has subsided a bit in writing this post. Because I know that even as I sit here on the bus, in the dark, that not only are there are people out there who know me and love me, but also so many people I have yet to meet...<br /><br />New Friends!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629582037437059810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629581936827666130" /></a><br />And Some Old...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629582747157128754" /></a>2011/05/little-lonely.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-5283629344172459034Thu, 26 May 2011 06:56:00 +00002011-07-15T07:08:07.086-07:00The Most Perfect DayAlex, Jon and I rented motorbikes this morning so that we could get to Erawan Falls, a national park about an hour outside of Kanchanaburi. Riding on the back of Jon's bike, we passed jagged hills covered in green as we followed the River Kwai. We arrived at Erawan Falls and hiked up a series of 7 different falls, all of which you could swim in. The "fierce monkeys" swung above our heads and the tiny fish nipped our feet in the clear water below, but as we swam through the cave, all I could think of was how I could possibly put this amazing experience into words. We continued our hike to the top and all we could hear were thousands of beetles sounding like a collective group of deafening chainsaws and the ominous sound of thunder in the distance. Throughout it all though beauty surrounded us-- huge twisting vines coiled up on the ground and swinging from the massive trees, hidden waterfalls around every corner and butterflies in bright yellows and oranges fluttering silently throughout the jungle. <br /><br />Heading back down our stomachs growled, but the threat of rain hung in the air so we quickened our pace and made out way back to the motorbikes.<br /><br />On our ride back to Kanchanaburi, the rain hit. We had been planning on checking out the Bridge at the River Kwai at sunset but given the weather, it looked that that was not going to happen. Like millions of tiny pin pricks pelting every inch of exposed skin, I clutched on to Jon's waist in the hopes that we would not skid out and get a "Thai tattoo." Somehow though, despite the misery of being wet and freezing, flying through the Thai countryside in the rain was amazing. Sure, I could barely see through my sunglasses that were covered in water and most likely a dead bug or two, but the air smelled like a mix of grilled meat, fruit trees and firewood, and I felt alive... It wasn't until Alex rode up next to us though and shouted "Fuck the Bridge!" that I realized how tense I had been since the rain had started. She was stating the obvious and sitting at the stoplight, we laughed, almost deliriously, at the insanity of the last 45 minutes. We eventually made it back and rewarded ourselves with the spiciest bowl of noodle soup and a few more laughs at our own expense. <br /><br />Quitting my job and going to Thailand= The BEST decision I've ever made.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629580436597123250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629580085457495778" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629580176463657298" /></a>2011/05/most-perfect-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-8678271292129060062Mon, 23 May 2011 12:42:00 +00002011-07-15T07:03:39.361-07:00So Far...I write this as I am laying in a hammock listening to the birds sing overhead. After a bumpy three hour trek to Kanchanaburi, laying here and feeling the warm air tangling my hair feels worth it. So much of this trip has been spent on cramped minibuses, only to be rewarded by amazing food and relaxation. It's such a welcome change to how I was feeling a little more than a week ago. Part of me doesn't even know what to do with myself though. I recognize the importance of being in the moment and appreciating this time I have, but the other part of me can't help but feel the familiar feeling of panic. Panic that I won't get to the beaches in the South or be able to experience Chiang Mai the way that I want to. I continue to tell myself that I know that's not true, but I can't help but wonder why I continuously live in this state of being. I mean, would it kill me to just lay here and take in the fact that I am Thailand?? I mean I'm in Thailand for God's sake. I am not working, I'm eating some of the most incredible food I've ever had (super spicy noodles at 2am?! Yes!), I'm drinking coconut water out of their shells on the beach while the waves are lapping at my feet and all I can think of is how I may not get to everything that I want to see. I haven't even gotten to see Bangkok yet. But you know what, I am going to try my best not to worry about it. Overall, I hope that what I can learn from this trip is how to relax and enjoy living in the moment. We'll see how I do but I'm off to go try. Dinner at the Night Market? Yum.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629579359406174882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629579291309920114" /></a>2011/05/so-far.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-2139839249605485488Fri, 20 May 2011 03:24:00 +00002011-05-19T20:25:26.943-07:00Just a NoteFor those of you who are following my travels-- thanks!! I just wanted to let you know that pics will hopefully be coming soon, although I'm not entirely sure how I am going to upload them quite yet, as I didn't bring a computer... I'll figure that out in time though. Keep checking back for updates!2011/05/just-note.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-5621958329185732315Wed, 18 May 2011 18:08:00 +00002011-05-19T20:23:54.964-07:00A 13 Hour Flight Isn't So Bad...unless you happen to be seated next to a Christian Baptist minister who wants to convert you...then a 13 hour trip is actually quite long. Especially if he gives you a pamphlet telling you that you should believe in Jesus Christ. After all, don't you want to go to heaven?! Good thing he laid off after about 10 minutes, cause it would have sucked if I happened to drink a lot of water and had to pee every hour on the hour...but I suppose that wouldn't have been very Christian of me...<br /><br />Anyway, the following are thoughts from the plane:<br />The flight map, which is conveniently all in Japanese, shows me that we have almost reached Alaska, which means that we are about halfway through the flight. It is 4am in Bangkok, so I feel like I should probably be sleeping, but given the accommodations and the fact that I am pretty much curled up in the fetal position, I've been doing okay with actually being able to sleep. I'm glad I didn't opt for the aisle though, sleeping against a window is so much comfier...<br />Anyway, over the last six hours I've done the following:<br />--watched the movie "No Strings Attached" with Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman, which was surprisingly funny and pretty good. <br />--eaten a bagel (note to self, do not take malaria meds on an empty stomach--Feeling like you are going to vomit pre 13 hour flight,NOT cool) a granola bar, and soggy french toast that was not easily salvaged by a vat of maple syrup. <br />--contorted my body into odd shapes in an attempt to get in a "comfortable" position.<br />--watched an episode of 30 Rock that I've already seen. <br />--listened to "pop" music courtesy of American Airlines that made my ears bleed just a little... perhaps that's why I was doing the NY Times crossword and after staring at it for 10 minutes, I could only get one!! (where are you when I need you Sam?!) Seriously though, it was so hard... <br />Well, I am off to play a rousing game of Tetris. Hope this gets me through the next seven hours...<br /><br />Okay, I'm back. Tetris did not get me through seven hours-- Christian dude is playing Tetris next to me, and man does he suck. I almost feel bad for him, he's on level zero and he's gotten a high score of 664. I mean it's sad, really. Anyway, moving on to more important things--we got a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, not too shabby--not picking the Japanese meal though? Bad idea. They got a choice of udon noodles or teriakyi chicken with rice. Also, I imagine I will see a lot of interesting things on my trip, but there is a dude sitting on the laps of the two guys in front of me. I am not mentioning this because it is guys on guys, more so because I can't imagine anyone sitting on top of me when there is about a foot and a half of space between me and the seat in front of me. I am getting uncomfortable just looking at them... <br /><br />So the second half of my trip to Bangkok was far better--I slept for a good chunk of it, and I met a new friend! I think we are even going to meet up in Chiang Mai-- he is a documentary film maker and is doing volunteer work there for a few months. So cool...<br /><br />Well, I'm off! I'll update more once I eat some delicious food :)2011/05/13-hour-flight-isnt-so-bad.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-7639448553742152910Sat, 14 May 2011 01:51:00 +00002011-05-15T00:11:53.486-07:00Changes?It’s been a crazy week, but somehow I managed to make it through. The interview is over and I think I did okay. However, the job is in Ithaca... New York... Oh, did I not mention that yet? Yup. And the position is at Cornell, the college my mom used to drag me to every time she thought I needed a little motivation to do a little better in school or needed a place to show to her friends--"look everyone, we live near an Ivy League school, isn't it just so exciting?! I just hope that Joy goes there someday... oh no, I'm not picky, I'll take Princeton too." Okay, so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but that's pretty much how I interpreted what she was saying. Anyway, now that I'm a little older though, I suppose I can at least give her the fact that Ithaca is also a very pretty town. It's a town though, and a small one at that, so needless to day, I’m not quite sure how I feel about it yet.<br /><br />As I was walking through the sprawling campus with its redbud trees blooming with thousands of tiny purple flowers (no, I have no idea why the tree is called redbud either-- I think it's a conundrum that Cornell likes to pose to all of us silly common folk. I'm guessing the buds of the tree are red??) and looking out into the scenery, I seriously contemplated whether or not I could live there. It was beautiful right now, with a smattering of delicate purple petals floating through the air, but what about when those petals turn to snow and it's piercing your face like a million little icicles. Would I still like Ithaca then? When I am sitting alone in my apartment because I have no friends and only my pups and my computer to entertain me, am I going to be cursing the fact that I took this job to begin with? Okay, I know, I know. I am getting waaay ahead of myself. I haven't even gotten the job yet. My interview seat is probably still warm....perhaps it's a little too early to be worrying about all of this. But I'm starting to wonder if I should have even opened this door for myself in the first place, especially if I feel compelled to take it. It would be like my dream job... I get to work with Asians and in Higher Ed? For only 10 months a year? I mean I don't know that I can really think of anything better right now, well except if the job were in Boston or NYC (this is not what I meant when I wanted a job in New York, if you couldn't tell.) Anyway, I guess I can't sit around and worry about this, especially since I haven't even started packing yet, and I'm leaving in two days. So until I get that offer letter in the mail I guess all I can do is focus on Thailand, focus on Thailand, focus on Thailand....<br /><br />Ithaca is Gorges...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 248px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606320521249397778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 182px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606320370201396226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="; border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606320100196262610" /></a>2011/04/changes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jly)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952441090181712682.post-705840935981278996Mon, 09 May 2011 08:44:00 +00002011-05-14T14:52:46.114-07:00InsomniaIt's 4:30am and I haven't been able to sleep all night. Half awake, I'm aware that I'm grinding my teeth and flipping on my back and my side and my stomach. It's not that my bed is not comfortable. In fact, my sheets are soft and I can feel a little puppy head leaning against my foot. Biggie isn't supposed to be on my bed, but I generally make exceptions since I'm sleeping and can't feel him jump up anyway (or at least that's what I tell myself- the reality is, I'm too lazy to tell him to jump off, plus I kinda like it.) <br /><br />Today marks exactly a week from which I am leaving. In fact, next Monday, I will probably be in the car on the way to the airport as of right this very moment. I haven't had a whole lot of time to think about my trip though. People keep asking if I am excited and whether or not I'm ready and the fact of the matter is that I am not. Things keep piling up on this side of the week-unnecessary meetings, and exciting interviews and goodbye dinners... While some of the things are good, and some are bad, every extra thing that I have to do feels like a thousand times the amount of the responsibility. I've learned a few things in the past few months though, as I've been packing in the hours trying to make money for this trip while trying to gain experience for this job that I'm interviewing for-- that as long as I have an end goal I can't pretty much make it through anything. There have definitely been a few moments, some time mid 12 hour day when I worked 12 hours the day before and was working on about 4 hours of sleep because I got called in during the overnight shift that I genuinely thought that I was going to totally lose it. I was going to just start crying and not be able to stop. But somehow, I have made it through. I have one week left. One week that is filled with paperwork, and packing, and prepping for this interview (no easy feat) and baking cookies and quiches (for Katie's bridal shower) and doing laundry, and driving home five hours Upstate only to drive back to Boston to leave the next day for New Jersey, trying to remember all the little things i have to do before I leave... I know it sounds like I am bitching. I know that I did this all to myself. I know that it will all be worth it when I am laying on a