An Open Letter to Current Events

Dear Current Events,

Thank you.

Thank you for providing the juiciest few weeks in court TV...

maybe ever.

At least since Scott Peterson.

And definitely since O.J.

I've logged in more hours on Friday nights to Nancy Grace

 than I am comfortable admitting.

Let's get real here.

And I'm preeeetty sure the Orlando Sentinel's

online readership has increased  ten fold-

by constant click throughs and page refreshers from yours truly.

Things and people not thanking you?

Anyone that lives within five blocks of the Orange County Court House,

Um, Ex-FBI agents in the city of Boston,

and well, that presentation I'm trying to pen

in between googling 'Foxy Noxy parole updates.'

The Championships Wimbledon

Just sitting around.

Watching tennis.

Like all the other cool kids.

I don't know when- or why- I started watching tennis.

And by watching, I don't mean I just cruise the channels

and maybe watch the finals of the U.S. Open if it happens to be on.

I had a strict media black out this morning until I couldn't take it anymore,

and live streamed updates on the Federer match at my desk.

For someone that doesn't even play tennis,

I have a bizarre attachment to the sport.

But, it looks like I'm in good company.

(see above.)

x

A Thought for Thursday

Leaving you with this

Thursday thought friends...

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Plain, and simply,

I love this.

xo



First Day of Summer

Happy First Day of Summer, friends.

Did you know that today you can visit any National Park... for free?

June 21st is also the longest day of the year.

So, for all you happy-go-lucky freelancers,

I wish you amazing adventures today.

Go ahead, hug a tree- it's free!

"And to lose the chance to see frigatebirds soaring in circles above the storm,

or a file of pelicans winging their way homeward

across the crimson afterglow of the sunset,

or a myriad terns flashing in the bright light of midday

as they hover in a shifting maze above the beach --

why, the loss is like the loss of a gallery of the masterpieces of the artists of old time."

-Roosevelt-

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Happy Father's Day

"Live the life you want.

Live it at the highest level you choose."

Wise words, penned to me from my dad.

I'm shooting for the stars dad, everyday.

Happy Father's Day.
xo

P-A-R-I-S

Is there anything more magical or hopeful than a trip to Paris?

Yes.

Winning one!

Jordan is playing Parisian Fairy Godmother to her readers,

and offering one lucky lass a go' at the city of lights.

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I can already taste the macaroons and luxuriously thick chocolate chaud.

Oh to skip down the streets of Paris, baguette in hand

and beret a top my head.

Le sigh.

xo

Weekend Reflections

I've been neglectful of little Big Moon as of late.

The truth is, last weekend was a bit of a wash,

 and I'm just bouncing back.

I was feeling a bit sorry for myself-

 that I wasn't in the place that I wanted to be.

The process leading up to the journey I couldn't make?

It was frustrating. And it caused a slight strain on a friendship so dear to me.

In a funny twist of fate, I ended up coming face to face with someone

I'd never met before, but with whom I have a shared past.

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This weekend I was also humbly reminded how having a 'crush,'

earned it's namesake.

The pendulum of a emotions swing back and forth,

and you stomach goes from butterflies to twisted knots.

Some days are, well, crushing...

but ahem, I'm holding out for repair.

Sunday ended with an icky stomachache and a scowl.

Happy to report, this week has me back on track;

exercising mind, body, and spirit.

I'll be back soon, friends.

With shorter pauses in between.

xo

Adventuring

Gaaah! I'm experiencing a lack of inspiration as of late.

And believe me, I feel bad about that.

Lately, all I want to do is ditch my daily routine

and go a globe-trotting.

I'm serious.

I need to sail the seas and pound the pavement.

I have to witness dolphins catching air.

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I am longing for quiet mornings

weaving in and out of shops along cobblestone streets,

cup of coffee in hand and my spirit as my guide.

I need to feel the wind in my hair and the cool shock

of rushing water between my toes.

There is art to see and rocks to climb.

I don't know where I'm going...

but I'll tell ya, I think I've got to go soon.

Happy Adventuring, friends!

xo

Just a Quiet Place

There must have been something

in the Bay area air this past weekend, friends.

I don't know, but Saturday hit us like a bull in a china shop.

Or, rather, my friends and I were the bull and the city was the shop.

Remembering on this Monday that I am not in college anymore,

I've shifted my ideal night to be one of quiet contemplation.

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I'd love just a quiet place,

to sit and soak and read a book.

Isn't that tub just divine?

Summer has arrived in San Francisco; it's cold and grey

and I'm wearing my best fall outfits.

Here's to a calm week and a quiet place.

xo

How the West Won My Heart... A Year in the Making

Today marks one year of Emily's San Francisco Adventure.

If you told me a year and a day ago

 that I'd be packing my bags

and moving out west,

I'd never believe it.

Even as I type this, I am shaking my head.

 

There is still a bit of disbelief lingering within this east coast gal's mind.

I am overwhelmed with emotion at this one year anniversary.

Honest to goodness, my heart is so full,

sometimes I think it might burst.

There are a whole heck of a lot of emotions bouncing around in there!

I have made this crazy city my home. 

Complete with all the idiosyncrasies

I never thought I'd allow myself to develop here.

But things are nestled in their proper places.

Books have been read, and meals prepared.

Trinkets have gathered dust, and then been polished.

Curtains hung and plants nurtured.

Tears cried, and smiles have sprung into belly laughs.

And guests. So many guests have visited

and stayed within these walls I now call home.

When wanderlust bit me in the behind,

I grappled with a move that felt so monumental.

Could I do this? Was I brave enough?

Just give it a year.

You can do anything, for a year.

That was the pledge I made with myself.

The pact I told my parents and sisters.

The promise I whispered to my friends.

And here it is...

Snuck up on me like the smell of lilacs in the breeze,

and salty spray on your lips from a boat on the bay,

and a crush that turns into accidental and unexpected love.

Snuck up on me like all those things that catch you by pleasant surprise. 

Moments that evoke instant nostalgia, even as they are occurring.

I don't know how long I'll be here.

But I'll know when it's time to go...

My gut will have a little check in with my heart.

I think that scale of measurement must be how the settlers knew when the west was won.

And so, many a' hearts were left in San Francisco...

xo

* all photos are my own; a one year glimpse at my California abode!