Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

I had a dream last night that I was traveling the country in an old Aston Martin1, breaking into people's homes and stealing food from their fridges because I didn't have any money. I didn't look like myself; I was fit, lean, but slight, a little shorter than I really am, with straight strawberry blonde hair and a pointy chin.

Despite my choice of car, I was absolutely compelled by my hunger. The thing Dream Me did that struck me as especially cavalier is stick around to slice my newly acquired apple, carefully make a sandwich, or flip through a magazine left on the kitchen counter while I downed a banana. Read More »

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Well, what can I say, Internet? It has been kind of a crazy few weeks. I have been so busy with normal, day-to-day living, as well as just mentally unpacking all that has gone on, that I haven't been checking in as much as I would like.

We'll start with the basics, because that seems like as good a place as any to start. There was the Boston trip. There was a great deal more family conflict than I really cared for. I didn't get to see much of the city, spending most of the time being shuffled from location to location or trapped in an apartment.

On the upside, I got to spend time with both my sisters, which was lovely. I got to meet a few of Sarah's dear friends, who were for the most part great people, and made me feel like my baby sister is being taken care of up there in the seemingly cold north. I walked a lot, which I feel could only be good for me. And while I loathe being away from home, for some reason I love the act of the roadtrip -- driving through a part of the country I had never seen before, stopping at random gas stations and restaurants, and that feeling of being on your way somewhere. That feeling that makes you temporarily forget every goal besides your destination. There is something kind of meditative about that part. When you can ignore the screaming and antagonism from the other passengers, that is.

Things I learned on the road to, and from, Boston: Read More »