Faking It

I knew that graduation would start the summer where everything changed. And life tends to just rip the tape right off your mouth rather than pull slowly even though it's the douche that tied you up in the trunk in the first place. I'm moving. I'm leaving Phoenix. I haven't thought about it. It hasn't been real for a while. That's changing. I'm freaking out. Everything's changed in a matter of 2 weeks. It's just bizarre. A few months ago my best friend called me to tell me she was pregnant. When she got married a few years ago that wasn't that hard for me to get used to. I like Dustin and they have enough independence from each other to not be one of those creepy couples joined at the hip. Sarah with a baby is harder for me to wrap my head around. I'm so excited for her, but we've known each other so long as we are and having a baby is so grown up. I won't be here when Clara's born. I'll see Sarah this summer until I move and t

According to my Mom. But rewind. This morning, myself and my parents got on a plane and flew to El Paso, Texas where I will be living for the next 4-6 years of my life beginning in August. The plane however, was the most interesting experience I've ever had on a plane. It was full of babies so immediately I'm thinking "why?!" And as we were leaving the gate I could hear someone singing. I thought it was one of the moms singing to her baby. I started to laugh because it was just a weird situation to be in. And then it started to get closer. I was thinking, "why is that lady moving? We're taking off!" And then I could hear the lyrics. "So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go." And I thought, "oh surely not. This is too good." Oh yes. The flight attendant was singing. She was singing "Leaving on a Jet Plane" as she walked the aisle to make sure no one was carryin

Ah travel. I hate the actually getting there part. Once I’m there I can figure things out and force myself to do them, but it’s the in between that blows. I was too nervous about what would happen the next day to sleep so I just packed up, showered, and watched Sex and the City while I waited for my alarm to go off at 6 a.m. I know I dropped off around 5 so yay! 1 whole hour of sleep just for me! But I was all ready to go and barely asleep so when the alarm went off I just got up and ready and was out the door by 7 a.m. The Days Inn was a great hotel. It was right next to a train station that took me straight to Times Square and had free “breakfast” and a completely non-intrusive staff. And by non-intrusive I mean practically non-existent. I barely saw any staff including front desk. The last night I came back late, 12:30 not crazy late, but the guy was dead asleep at the desk when I walked in. That’s why I use the deadbolt and chain! When I checked out the guy just had me turn in my k