To me, the best part about reading a blog is the blogger. I love to read “how-to’s” and tips and tricks. I love to hear about races and gawk at how fast some people can run. I love seeing fall fashion, getting recipe inspiration, and seeing pictures of sweet new babies. All of that is great, but it’s the blogger – his or her personality, how I FEEL when I read the blog – that keeps me coming back.
So this Friday, instead of sharing a fitness post with you (since, to be honest, the plate dropping on my foot derailed all of that), I’m going to share a little bit about life.
I have called nine different places home in the past seven years. Some of those were small moves, like going from dorm to apartment, but some of them were giant, like moving across the world to Spain and transplanting my life for six months. There’s this feeling you get when you’ve been so many places that you barely know where to call home anymore. It’s that feeling of being in a place for longer than a visit but never long enough to know if you’re going to stay.
As I wrote a few weeks back, I have been working hard to find a place in my new community. I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that I’ve been a part of this community for a year now, and I’m only just now beginning to feel like I belong. It’s taken many nights of sitting on the couch watching TV by myself, and treating myself to dinners out when I didn’t have anyone else to share a meal with. But finally, FINALLY, I feel like I’m starting to put down some roots.
So here are some moments from the past couple of weeks, my attempts at being social and of figuring out my place 1000 miles away from everything I know:
Love Cranium game night.
Promise I eat more than just french fries.
Tell me something about you. Anything you want.