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Travel Bug (Watch Out Wilmy-ites!)

Maybe it’s the constant rain (and lack of thunder) here in North Central Ohio, or the fact that I haven’t left Ohio (other than to PA, of course) in just under a year, but by golly it’s time to get out of here for a little bit!  Don’t get me wrong!  I love Ohio, and I will probably always come back to it.  But this time last year, I was packing up and moving out of my home in North Carolina.  This year, I’m watching Roseanne, doing crunches and squats on my living room floor, having ridiculous dreams, and wishing someone was here to go for a night walk with me.

So where do I want to go?  Well, somewhere cheap of course!  I still have great friends in Wilmington who are willing to let Mike and I hunker down for a bit, so we planning a trip in June (BE READY).  I cannot wait to get back to Carolina Beach and Flaming Amy’s. And don’t tell anyone, but I’ve begun to miss it.  I miss the Fat Pelican and the Reel Cafe, the downtown smell and the night time beach walks.  I miss the moon on the ocean and the and at my feet.  BAH!  I swore I’d never miss that place…but I do.  And most of all, I miss the people.  I made great friends down there.  I think it’s safe to say that if Wilmington hadn’t been sooooo far away from my family, and my father hadn’t had a heart attack, and people hadn’t needed me, that I would have loved it.  It’s just SO hard when you can’t get to those you love.

And I do have a lot of good memories there.  Tons of them…  Many of them were with Mike, who I only got to spend two months in Wilmington with, and those were some of the best.

I miss the meteor shower on the beach, turning 24 in the ocean, drinking on the dock, staring at the ocean during a storm.

Mike also has an uncle out in Arizona, and we’re pretty sure that we’ll head that way (probably toward the fall) for a vacation.  I’ve never been west besides Las Vegas, and I’d KILL for a desert sunset.

I want so badly to go to Berkley Springs, West Virginia, where I’ve only ever driven through and stopped once at a Sheetz for a chicken caesar salad.  I felt as though I belonged there, with the quaint downtown, the yellow sunshine, and the sparkling roads.  But that’s a post for another time.

So as much as I might have said that I didn’t like living in North Carolina, I did.  Minus the humidity.  And as much as I might have said that I would never go back, I will.  I am sorry if I ever offended any of you by saying these things.  I miss you.


Posted by on April 27, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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Relish the Mystery

Do you know what drives me insane?  People who want to know everything.  People who study something until the mystery is gone–till it no longer excites them.

I think that’s kind of why I quit writing so much about myself (excluding this blog, of course–I’ll continue this blog).  This is to say I haven’t sat down and tried to write a “piece” since I graduated.  And this means that I have quit trying to figure out why I do the things I do and why I feel certain ways.  People who aren’t nonfiction writers have the luxury of not being as self-aware.  As a nonfiction writer, we are trained to kind of see what we’re doing in the moment, to analyze it before we even get the chance to let it happen without thought.  And you know what?  I love those actions that happen without thought more than any actions in the world.  I like when I’m unaware of what I’m doing.

And I think those are the moments that make the best stories.  When you can stop in the middle of telling it and say, “I don’t know why I did that…”  Because then you get to go on the journey all over again, trying to put yourself into that moment.  Why did you do that?  And you get a beautiful moment where you either figure it out–or you just have to let it go.

Why did I think it was so cool to have people call me “Ricky” when I was little?  No idea.  Why was there a phase when I would only answer to “Michael Jackson”?  Why the HELL did I ever date the men I did?

But I’m happy not knowing it all right now.  I think I’ll put writing on the back burner a little longer.  I think I’m starting to act like myself–not a writer.  And if you ask me, I think the best writers are the ones who can separate their lives from their writing.

Turn it off for a minute, look around, and live without a plot in your head.

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Posted by on December 20, 2010 in Daily Happenings


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