Things I Worry About…

I’ve started writing down all my weird anxieties I catch myself brain-chewing on and I’m going to capture them here so we can all mutually feel better about our weirdness or so you, as my readers, can tell me I’m a solo weirdo.

Here’s something I caught myself thinking about last night. I got some amazing news this weekend and then spent the rest of the weekend worrying that the good thing was going to be taken away from me.


Something good happens to me. I get excited about that good thing. I find out it wasn’t really  a thing and I get embarrassed about actually believing that good thing would happen to me.

Where My Brain Goes: Don’t let anyone know you’re excited if you want something to be true or if you don’t want to be seen as a hopeful idiot.

Anyone else?

Hello. It’s Me.

Helllooooo there, my pretties.

I’m back. I need this place to capture my thoughts and keep me writing.

So, let’s do a quick update.

I moved to Seattle. Year One, I kind of hated it.


It was cold, I’m pretty sure I was having a quarter-life crisis and it’s generally difficult to lose that level of social support so dang abruptly.

Year Two was better.


I made rad friends. I had a renewed level of self-awareness and purpose. I was figuring life out.

Year Three was when I fell in love with this place. It’ so dang beautiful and there’s just so much to discover and experience.


seattle3 Also, remember how I got engaged in Thailand?

Here’s your Thailand [Part II]

weddingphotoWe got married on a beautiful, magical, dancey love party day in August 2014. I like marriage. It’s a fun adventure.

We added a member to the family.


That is Sir Wicket Pup and he is the most delightful weirdo I have ever known. He has many opinions and emotions he freely shares them as often as possible through audible grunts, snarfs, whines and barks. He loves playing keep away and refuses to go outside without supervision. We love him.

That’s your update! Pretty wild, huh?


And I’m like, yeah – I’m getting to it. Hold your horses. You’ll have your answer.

Thailand [Part 1]

We’re back from Thailand! In fact, we’ve been back for a while, but I was too jet-lagged and distracted to do anything of consequence. My computer is on its way to computer heaven if I don’t get the new Mountain Lion operating system soon. It takes me like 45 minutes to load a page on Safari (it’s the only browser that will work with my old MacBook now). I feel like I’m using dial-up. (Edited to add: I have Mountain Lion now! It’s awesome.)

Anyway, Thailand was a grand adventure. Hands down, best trip I’ve ever been on. Lots of exciting things happened. So, let’s review with the first half(ish) shall we? After 16 hours of flying and a two hour layover in Seoul, we landed in Bangkok around midnight. We payed too much for a taxi and headed to our hotel. We promptly passed out.

The next morning (about 4 hours later) I was awoken by the repetitive speaking of someone on the loud speaker at a local temple. It was like a city-wide broadcast in Thai. Murderous rage ensued as I thundered around the room exclaiming, “REALLY?!” as I located my headphones and other sound muffling devices. Not much luck and we finally headed to breakfast and into the city to store our bags and wander around Bangkok before catching the train that night to Chiang Mai.


We ended up getting approached by some Thai man who basically gave us a whole agenda for the day out of the goodness of his heart (or maybe a commission from his tuk-tuk driver). Either way, we were off on a river cruise!




Ok, more like a gondola ride, but whatever. The water was quite smelly and I’ve heard it’s pretty contaminated, so I tried to avoid the splash zone. We drove by several beautiful temples stretching up towards the sky, we went past a floating market, and really just ook in the city. It was a beautiful, hot blue sky.



Eventually, we were dropped in Chinatown where we wandered, ate, and wandered some more. I had strawberries with pink salt – very weird, kinda good? I ate my only non-veg meal of fish balls (think meat balls) and I was pretty grossed out before I made it halfway through. I didn’t really like fish when I was a meat eater, but we were hungry almost to the point of delirium and didn’t know our options as veggies. So, fish happened. Bleh.




It was a few days after the Chinese New Year, so the city was buzzing. All the roads were filled with celebrations and we enjoyed just wandering and seeing all the new sights. It was another world, for sure. We finally headed back to the train station to take the overnight train to our first stop in our journey – Chiang Mai. We ordered train food which was slightly depressing and then just passed out.



We were supposed to arrive around 8 a.m. in Chiang Mai, but it turns out there’s this thing called Thai Time, so yeah… we got in around noon. We quickly drove to our hotel, showered, and were out the door. I proposed just taking a nap and lounging, but Jesse had our schedule for the day out and was pretty adamant about us going to the temple we had planned for the day. I was so tired, I just threw on a maxi, put up my wet hair, and followed Jesse out the door.


We were going to a temple called Wat Phrathat Doi Suthep on top of a mountain, so we had quite a bit of commuting. A tuk-tuk to the transport service, a truck to the top of the mountain, and then a load of steps to walk up. It was hot, I was tired, but it was another beautiful day and I was pretty filled with adrenaline. We were in Thailand and we weren’t going to sleep on a train! Hooray.




We trucked up to the top of the steps, I covered my shoulders with my scarf turned shawl (can’t show shoulders at temples, it’s just not OK). Lots of cool things, a beautiful view of the city, and the realization we were finally on our vacation. Jesse suggested we start taking pictures now that we were officially on our trip and requested a photo from a German tourist walking by to snap us in front of the lookout point down into Chiang Mai.





Little did I know as I was walking to the rail, Jesse had coordinated a special surprise with the photographer. We snapped the first photo and then Jesse said, “Let’s take a few more to make sure we get a good one!”


The second photo, ended rather spectacularly. Jesse got down on one knee and said, “Will You Marry Me?”

After gaping in complete shock for a few minutes, I snapped out of my stupor and blubbered, “Yeahhhh!”

So, we got engaged in Thailand on top of a mountain. More to come.