Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Last Sunset in Santa Cruz
When we were first married, Santa Cruz had never been in the plan for us. However, due to the way our jobs leaned over the first couple of years, I was given an chance to work at a small studio there, Studio Holladay. The opportunities that Ted gave me in that job truly formed me…
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Burke Williams. ‘Nuff said.
I just had a long weekend off. We spent the last “first Friday” in Santa Cruz watching the sunset and then crashing all kinds of parties, saying farewell, enjoying other people’s company, getting energized. Saturday we cancelled our AT&T contract and then spent the entire afternoon getting pampered at a spa in Santana Row. Last…
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Out of body feeling
I feel as if I am slowly disintegrating from this world, to reembody myself elsewhere… physically, even though it’s just mentally and emotionally. Conrad calls it checking-out, and maybe it is. Regardless, it is exhausting as I try to stay present. During my last week of breaks I still take walks in Los Gatos and…
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October came and went
It’s the end of October, and the world oscillates between windy nervous red-yellow-brown leafs and yellow sunlight, and blue air with misty streets. There’s anticipation and there’s a deep sense of giddiness about the near future. What we do lately – I try to pace myself, in layering a wide variety of responsibilities and tasks…
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Dilemma
It has been a stressful week. After coming back from Seattle we jumped right into the business of life. On top of colleagues calling out sick, launch mode still on, meetings to attends or host, Wanderlust business setup and stretching out of our comfort zone, finances to figure out, car to sell, crap to buy……
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Seattle
It’s finally Thursday. I sleep in, watch a chick-flick in bed, I FaceTime with my parents, then finally pack one hour before hopping on the plane. At 2pm mom drives me to the airport just after we pick up Caleb from school. On the way to SJC we all take turns in describing step by…
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Wanderlust
Every new place is like a new book, full of adventure and the unknown. I’ve had wanderlust since I was old enough to go out on my own, whether by bike or train. I attribute this to my father, who was (and still is) always perusing maps and exploring new places on every bike ride…
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September thoughts
Kindness is contagious. I read an exhortation online this morning: “Say something good about somebody. At least one person.” It reminded me about my job and why I got so much out of it. One’s patience, support, kindness, willingness to help others is rewarded ten fold, not even by the pay-it-forward act, but by what…
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A milestone
Conrad turned 30, surrounded by people he loves and who love him. It has been an overly social week: Cosmic Design had the grand opening of their gorgeous studio in Santa Cruz and we’ve been hanging out with house guests who were an absolute delight to get to know (and oddly enough, I miss them).…
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Love languages
When Conrad and I moved to California, seven years ago, we joined the newly weds class led by Conrad’s parents. It is there where I heard about the idea of love languages for the first time. A few years later we hosted together a couples’ retreat in Romania, with the same theme. And this past…
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Sharing
Violeta and I have been planning this move in differing degrees of seriousness for the last seven years. We’ve only began to be really serious about it about a year ago, when we planned the apartment-buying trip. All of the other events in our lives, looking back, have contributed to this leap and have helped…
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The best laid plans…
from “To a Mouse” by Robert Burns (1785) … But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy! Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me! The present only toucheth thee:…
