Just took mom to the airport. She’s been with me a month during the move up here to the Twin Cities. So sad to see her go. I cried like a baby all the way home.
We’ve had a blast. We’ve taken the light rail across the city. She has the best sense of humor and is delighted by the smallest things. Until next time.
She says she’s going to miss my city view.
Since I started my new job two weeks ago, I’ve really been craving quiet during my down time, so I haven’t listened to much music. In fact, Minneapolis gets tons of bands coming through the city, but I just haven’t explored that scene yet.
Though, when I found out Fleetwood Mac was kicking of the band’s tour here in the Twin Cities, I did everything I could to get tickets.
This wasn’t just any tour. This was the first time in 16 years Christine McVie was back on the stage with the others. When Matt and I saw them last time in Little Rock they were fantastic, but it was sad not hearing several of my favorites: Over my Head, You make loving fun, Little Lies, Everywhere, Songbird….
Hearing her sing them live for the first time brought tears to my eyes. Music always is the best way to get your mind off worries and anxiety.
Mom and I walked to a restaurant last night not far from where we are staying and also from where I’ll be living by the end of the week. We’ve been in a hotel for over a week.
Bar La Grassa was just wonderful. An Italian spot with dark rooms and the prettiest china. It’s in the North Loop area. I’ve loved having mom here with me to explore.
Just today stared at a picture of me looking so happy and young proudly wearing my Long Beach High School cheerleader letter jacket and then came across the jacket hours later. Memories can be so powerful.
Three days away from the move. Much more to do.
I typically don’t spend a lot of money on planners.
Actually, I never do, but I treated myself this week.
I’ve been trying to rely on my iphone to organize tasks and appointments, but that isn’t really how my brain works. (Not to mention, my phone is always dying)
I see my life in the form of a month at a glance and I really need it in my hands in paper form.
Enter this beautiful Lilly Pulitzer planner.
May every glance at it remind me of the beach and floral print.
August 1st 2014 will always be the day I walked into work an hour early. Normally a great thing. Not when that means you accidentally woke up an hour early at 2:15 AM.
I bounced into the station totally freaking out my producers. They just stared at me, and asked if I couldn’t sleep. Had no clue what they were talking about. Looked at the clock in stunned silence. Felt like a time warp. I still don’t know what happened. Why did I look at my bedside alarm and think, “wow! it’s time to get up?”
So now I’ve shown up for the morning shift an hour late (weather knocked my power out – resetting my alarm) and walked in an hour early. Pretty sure they cancel each other out, right?