Revamping the Old.

I have about eight thousand thoughts about race, and gender, and model minorities and the general state of things that are whirling around in my mind. HOWEVER, I do not really have the time. Someday soon though, I hope to have some quality blogging and writing time that is non-academically related.

This morning during my usual perusal of the New York Times website (Although I miss that inky, grimy feeling on my fingertips I do not subscribe to the actual paper. Let's just chalk this up to poverty and a little environmentalism) I found this article about one of my longest loves, TYPEWRITERS. Knitting, canning, film cameras, swing dancing, and typewriters are the hipster DIY revival that's paying homage to our parents and grandparents.

Put some birds, owls, typewriters, weirdo font on something and it's cool. Also antique telephones. I personally have two typewriters in the haus with me right now and they're lovely. They're clanky, persnickety, smell funny, and can give you a really nice swollen carpal tunnel if you bang out a letter but yes, there is something satisfying about the experience.

Spring

A year ago I was headed out of a winter wonderland to bask in the sun with the boy I loved. This year I am considering driving myself nine hours to New York in order to catalyze some sort of life change. Spring signifies the beginning of something new. Growing up, this time of year started the six months of scramble and long garden days in my family. Food of choice would begin to include gallons of ice cream and PBRs in addition to still warm vegetables.

Virginia Spring is always a roller coaster. Or rather, what I would imagine a roller coaster to be like if I were ever to go on one. Yesterday was a balmy 55 degrees with sun while today looks like another January.

Post Spring Shower

I wrote that two months ago but Virginia spring time is still in full swing. We've had monsoon style rains, multiple severe weather warnings and a tree fell on my car. The grass in the front hard is waist high, and classes start again on Tuesday.

All in all, I realise I'm lucky and trying to recognise the positive things happening right now:

- buy one get one free goat brie at Whole Foods

- chocolate almond butter exists. Who knew?!

- I can finish my Bachelor and then go get that Master's... some where.

- My haus mate kicks ass. 24 hour staycations are the best.

- My three parents love me, even though they have the oddest ways of showing it.

- My sister. Geez. She's amazing. I don't love any one in the world more than that girl.

- My grandma sent me an email to tell me I look like a movie star.

- I get to spend the summer with two and three year olds (my favorite age group).

- I get to spend more time in the gross anatomy lab!

- I don't get to be at camp, but I'm only three hours away. Square dance crashing shall commence.

- I finally stopped ignoring Dorothy and it feels damn good.

- My same brain friend might let me in again.

She rocks my world but carrot sticks rock hers more.