weareallsosmall

ive been slacking quite a bit with the blog, as usual. its currently storming in richmond. its been raining since i returned from my trip to new york on thursday night (well, actually friday morning) my roommate's dog has been keeping close to me. she likes to pretend she's tough but as soon as she hears thunder, its right by my side all night long! these past few weeks have been overflowing with fun times and excitement, visitors, vacations, and trips! last week ross and i drove up to new york for a short visit after a two day bike ride with 14 friends from richmond to williamsburg, virginia. i somehow managed to catch a cold from the time i left richmond to a few hours later when we arrived in williamsburg. it was a pretty nasty cold and i haven't been sick in a long while so it put me out of commission for all of the fireside drinking and fun-having everyone else had where we set up camp by the river. i still enjoyed the ride, mostly because i was so reminded of my time traveling by bicycle. i think about it every day, how then, each day was something new, something ive never seen before. i keep moving around, from new york to california, back to new york, back to california, across the country by bicycle, back to new york, and then to richmond, where i am now. im always looking for that something new. sometimes i cant understand how some people can just stay in one place but other times i wish that i could find a place that i want to stay forever. i want to find that place, where i feel like i can really root myself into. when i visit new york, i stay at my parents home, the home i grew up in from when i was born until when i moved away for the first time. i love that feeling of coming home, of knowing whats behind every door, and whats in every cabinet. i love walking out the back door and smelling my favorite tree that flowers every year around this time. ive smelled those flowers for so long. that house is home and even after living in california and richmond i still refer to new york as home. i love this feeling and i want my home to feel that way. i want to find where my 'home' will be. i feel so torn between a life of deep roots or a life of scattered wildflowers that grow and bloom and are beautiful, they are easily ripped from the ground but their seeds go where the wind blows them, so they can grow again in another place. the wind doesnt blow the tree from its space, it cant be torn from the ground easily. alright, now im getting too metaphorical here. metaphors and similes. i cant remember the difference between the two. one day ross and i will have a home. its what we both want. we just havent found it yet. for now, we are content living the lives wildflower seeds. home is where ever we are together.

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1. 2. mothers day! a perfect day to relax outside and hang out with mom and grandma! the trees in the back yard make for fun pictures. trees/plants are possibly my favorite subject, other than food.

3. a trip to new york would not be complete without spending time in bellport village, and having a bluepoint toasted! with becca!

4. also would not be complete without an egg everything bagel (with veggie cream cheese! ross got spinach onion)

5. the most amazing smelling flowers. when they bloom you can smell them throughout the whole house so my mom always keeps the doors and windows open this time of year.

6. french toast made from easter bread, which is an egg bread so it makes the best french toast!

7. fresh pedicure and emmie the old dog. she is 15 years old!

8. 9. making sauce, meatballs, and home made fettucini with mom