Author Archives: Jess

Australia

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Day 4 – today on the hottest day of our stay, I went on a hike. Alone. I’m probably mid day through. Sitting at a small plaque for aboriginal soldiers lost in war. Until now I’ve seen only a handful of people and one bird. But as I get close to the war memorial at the bottom of the trial, the sound of people is increasing. The good thing is they are heading the opposite direction.

Being as it is the hottest day of our stay here I definitely ubered to the top to hike down instead if starting at the bottom and going up and back. Good thing too because I forgot my bottle in my room.

I also finished Ali Wong’s Dear Girls, which has an afterward by her husband. Both the book and the afterward gave me feelings. So I’m sitting here, at this memorial, trying to quietly make sense of my thoughts. So far it’s not working.

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This book makes me weepy for a couple of reasons. It is represents so many possibilities and crippling fear at the same time. It used often for graduations but we use it for our wedding. We had a pop-up book for our guest book and today I’m looking at the baby book for one of my dearest friends.

How do you put into words the hope and support you have for your friend’s kid into words? I always struggle with this. My heart is full thinking of my friend-babies and cousin-babies and the potential that just is out there waiting for them. And what little I can offer in ways of a helping hand or support for their parents or them is there for the taking when it is needed.

Oh! Emoji that’s why they are there 💗💗💗🖖🤟

Good-bye to old memories

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Every time we move we do a large purge of stuff. For me it is usually clothes and shoes collected since the last purge. Sometimes it’s clothes that I’ve had for years that I just don’t see the use in keeping anymore. Sometimes it’s things that the weight of the emotions wrapped up in them is just more than I want to carry around anymore. I’m keeping my highschool senior sweatshirt, my hockey sweatshirts, and I’m keeping my first concert tshirt. I’m going to be letting go of the track tshirt of the first real boyfriend I had. He said all the right things if you’re willing to ignore the passive aggressive and sometimes just aggressive bullshit they were sprinkled into. I’m letting go of the sweatshirt of a friend who was good at the time but not invested enough to keep in touch. While there were many good memories and some pretty shitty ones, they are long gone and too many good thing have happened since then to keep holding in to these and letting them pop up, haunting my moves and spring cleaning.