The suitcases are finally unpacked, the laundry is done. The only evidence of my trip is my bridesmaids dress in a pile on the floor waiting to be dry cleaned and the new bromeliad hanging in my bathroom.
I'm back from a two week vacation: one week spent in Jacksonville, Florida, and another week in Austin, Texas. Jacksonville was for my big sister's wedding, Austin was for funsies. Not that I didn't have a great time in Jacksonville, because let the photo booth evidence show, I really did.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
After many years of nomadic life I have settled into a comfortable life in a familiar area. I know my way around without a GPS, I have a go-to Chinese restaurant for lazy Sunday dinners, and until recently, I had a trusted person for my personal care services. But one by one, in the short span of two months, they've begun to slip away. It started with my hair stylist.
Friday, April 4, 2014
I am not able to go to the home opener this year, item #64 on the Cleveland Bucket List. Tickets sold out in just 15 minutes the day they went on sale. I never stood a chance.
Let's not sweat this too much, after all I attended opening day four years ago. So I'll swallow the bitter pill of another technical check off my list, but I'll make the medicine go down easier with some pictures from Opening Day 2010. Sure, my hair looks awkward, but I had taken the day off work to celebrate my birthday with my best friends on a beautiful day. I doubt I could improve on that experience if I tried.
|Out to the ball game.|
|My boy, mustard.|
(Photos courtesy of my friend Nora, the blondie wearing a red shirt in the first picture.)
Labels: Cleveland Bucket List