Left Coast teaser & audience pleasers

This time in my life, I've tried to over dramatize every interest and activity I do. So far I've started on my 16th century romance novel, essays derived from my meek dating life, and a fiction about how hard it is to say, " hi" to the opposite sex. 

That being way fun and all, I have spent a lot of my free time thinking up what I could do that doesn't include a wage or tip. And since my passion for traveling has hit a lull, my recent light bulb is become a better blogger. By better I don't mean my blogs, but perusing the world of blogs that have provided me with such input and creativity.  For now, my way of contributing to that vast world is to utilize the blogger tools/at least the "Bold" button more often. Here is my first vague attempt. Posting photos, though amateur, I hereby insert photos of lands I just visited that has become more of a soul stir-er and less of a heart slayer. 

Ah, the good ol' Northwest. We ran to the Oregon sign because it said "Oregon," unbeknownst to us, it was 40 degrees hotter via outside the car, so our escapade lasted a solid, "I hate Oregon, take the picture." But the state was refreshing and the nice light sprinkles of rain also sprinkled temporary joy. Washington on the other state was hotter than anticipated. Second time around Seattle, I was weirded out by my wardrobe difference, it was joyous to have my hair fly free, and I only cried for no reason twice this time. 

Never have I ever taken a road trip and it turned out to be one of the best experiences. Unfortunately this is an interest I cannot repeat as easily as a persuasive and moving blog entry. Thus my surrendered but satisfied declaration of blogdom aspirations. So there.

For now I leave you to linger with my filling two photos and tell me which outfits you like better or scenic background, etc. 

Leaving you more impressed than disappointed, eventually, 

T

I Don't Wanna Row Up

If I could get away with being a Post Grad girl at the age of, how old is she? 31? (she's actually 28, but same thing) then I would bask in the easiness of sharing pants with my 3 best friends and falling in love left and right in the ocean and probably on land. But since I am far from it (not the falling in love part) I spend most my days contemplating which route is best to diverge my roads--mainly because I want to maintain my education by living through any or all Frost-ian declarations.  

But this is hard. And all you've heard is true once out of the nest:

-"College is so easy and fun, stay as long as you can!"

-"I can't believe I'm already graduated from school, time flies."

-"I'm just still figuring out who I am, let alone what I want do do with my life." 

-"Community will be a sweet sound to your Alumni ears." 

-"Free caf food is tighttt."

-"Super hero bowling is a fun idea."

So here I am able to finally take a glimpse of my surroundings detailed and closely. When you are within the tornado of education and caf lunch dates, it's hard to examine life at its rawest around you, because what is around you is the most comfortable and cozy couch you've ever laid your body & eyes on. So being able to see fellow people my age and at my resume level, it's difficult to find them all in different types of boats. A marriage canoe here, a grad school sailboat there and a traveling rowboat everywhere, it's hard to determine which means of transportation I envy, reject, and admire. The old wise saying of, "time will tell,"will forever be the most unoriginal and correct saying anyone could ever offer me, and I take it daily with a smile, then turned smirk. 

So it's safe to say I will be blogging about no more Europe, or the heart and how much it wants to be swimming in the sea of bliss, but I'm hoping I could offer some insight to how change itself can change you, me, we.  It's only been 3 months since my upgrade and already the  signs are showing a majority in favor of a Point Loma Alumni's Way o' Life:

-Travel to teach: Check 

-Travel: Check

-Wondering how I can get into caf for food: Check

-Engagement: Niente

-Go to heaps of weddings within 8 months: Check

-Apply to work at a coffee ish job for the time being: Check

-Work at non-profit: Niente

-Go to grad school: Niente

-Consider grad school 5+ times: Check

-Panic about student loan payments: Check

-Notice smaller social circles while being at home: Check

There it is, the awaited changes that have challenged me, that have made my head ache, and that have made my antsy heart wait on what lies over the rainbow we call the first year or two or three after college. 

Stay tuned for revelations and updates on the check marks & failed marks. 

Your semi faithful blogger but always faithful friend, 

Tracy

Juvenile Fiction

Do not judge a book by it's cover...especially The Shack, because if I would of known the Lord God Almighty came into form of an African [W]oman, I would of never turned down the 5'2 guy with slicked back hair asking me, "what's the plan tonight?" But that hobby itself has lent itself credibility in the department of life skills. 

1. I do not judge others merely because lame-oh buzzed concert going guys don't need to be a musician if the manage to not slur and remember my name ..

2. I am now officially the best lip reader and 

3. I can successfully flee a stage one clinger which can be characterized as stealth. But I refrain and continue to my point. Books.

Reading has become a more common guest in my home recently. And I've realized that though my days know nothing besides post graduate self identity destruction and career paths, I choose to waste away my youth with lasses such as Jane Austen and lads like C. Lew and I can't help but wonder, how would it be to have such a presence answering "two packs of sugar please," when I clearly have only given them one too many because I'm simply too damn nervous they are drinking coffee with me. To enjoy the actual presence of a classic love in nonliterary form would be the day I stop reading to concoct a counterpart. To stop waiting for a response to my thoughts. My current tendency is reading of love. But I am apt to find certainty that such words and diction are merely ordinary and inadequate for the reader. 

Back on rickety track, 

T