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Name: Stephanie
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Metro: St. Paul
Birthday: 4/14/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: I like music--I play piano, am learning guitar, and really enjoy singing too. I also love photography.
Expertise: I'm a good editor, after being editor of my high school newspaper and working for four years at my local newspaper!
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/6/2005
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| There is a reason I have not written here for almost four months...I am in cahoots with my new blog at blogspot. It's through Google, and let's face it. Google has become my cyber version of Super Target--everything I need is in one place. My blog, my calendar for work, my email, various Google documents, Google Reader (which brings all the blogs my friends write in to me every day, in one place!), my local weather, news, and the word of the day. Scary how it is becoming a monopoly! At any rate, I guess I will keep the xanga for now...although I do not know that it will receive that much attention. In the meantime, if you care to hear my latest ramblings, check out the blog at http://renderinggrace.blogspot.com. | | |
| Well...I have a room of my own now. Kind of. It also still serves as my mom's home office...which works out ok, because she's in there while I'm at work all day. But still, there is a part of me that still feels unsettled. Maybe it's just because I know this isn't going to be a permanent situation. Because living with my parents again after being on my own is a little weird. Almost like being a student again. I'll be here for a while though. At least until February. A new friend and I are going to look for something together after her current lease ends in February. That is six months away. It's probably good this way though. I can save up some money (not paying rent-woo!), and sort of figure out where I am financially. I'm not going to lie though...I'm excited for that time to come.  This is kind of a boring entry, I know. But I'm a little wiped. And tomorrow I'm going to Sacramento for my job. More on that later. I'm switching to a new/better/more work required position. I'm excited about it. A little nervous too, but really happy to make the switch. So for now, I need sleep. I promise the next blog will be more worth the read.  | | |
| Well, I'm not quite sure what to say at this point. Life if still a discombobulated mess. But I did meet some people my age this week, and that is a relief, although I discovered that it requires a lot of emotional and mental energy to spend a significant amount of time with people you don't really know. Nonetheless, it is good to have a few friends my age, some people to hang out with so that my life doesn't revolve only around work. I may be on the verge of getting a life again.  And the whole switching of homes has gone through escrot and everything so that my grandparents are able to start moving into their new house, so maybe in a couple of weeks, I will have some sort of space to call my own. I feel like when that happens, I should burst into that song on Cinderella..."in my own little corner..." Hopefully I'll have more than just a corner. In the meantime, life goes one. Work goes on. Summer goes on. Supposedly today is a magical day...07/07/07. Hope yours was magical... | | |
| Last summer, I wrote about being a nomad. Wandering around from place to place, job hunting, going to interviews, filling out applications. This summer, I feel like a homeless person. I'm in a home, a home that actually feels like home because I've spent so many hours of my childhood here, but there is no space that is mine. My family should be its own reality TV show right now. My parents have been living here with my grandparents since they moved to San Diego. It has been a slow work in progress, but our home in Minnesota has sold, so the day after I arrived in San Diego, the movers showed up with all our stuff, which we duly unloaded into a house that is already full of someone else's stuff. Someone else's life. My grandparents are purchasing a smaller home in a retirement community and selling the original place to my parents. But in the meantime, there are seven, sometimes eight (on the weekends when my bro in the Navy comes home) in a house full of two separate families' identities. Which creates a nonidentity. This morning I wandered about the house looking for something to wear, because my clothes are in four different places right now. Tomorrow I'm packing enough for a week and going to stay in my aunt and uncle's spare room. Next weekend, I'll come back and pack for another week. This is different from being a nomad. | | |
| "Winter comes down savagely over a little town on the prairie. The wind that sweeps in from the open country strips away all the leafy screens that hide one yard from another in summer, and the houses seem to draw closer together. The roofs, that looked so far away across the green tree-tops, now stare you in the face, and they are so much uglier than when their angles were softened by vines and shrubs. In the morning, when I was fighting my way to school against the wind, I couldn't see anything but the road in front of me; but in late afternoon, when I was coming home, the town looked desolate to me. The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify--it was like the light of truth itself. When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the red sun went down behind them, leaving a pink flush on the snowy roofs and the blue drifts, then the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: 'This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.' It was as if we were being punished for loving the loveliness of summer." Willa Cather, My Antonia This is why I am leaving Minnesota...because this is exactly how winter is on the prairie. Ugh. My last day at David's Bridal is Tuesday, and on Wednesday, my mom, one of the brothers, and I will hit the road in my car, heading west. I got a job. In the land of perpetual sunshine. Glorious. Probably won't write again until after I get there, but there'll be lots of big changes, so I'm sure I'll have lots to say... | | |
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