Just Life.

Having a blog, I feel so much pressure to come up with something deep or inspired to write on here... because why would someone want to read about my boring ol' life? Is it arrogant to think that anyone would have any interest in reading about my life? I suppose that if I am to blog, it's just got to be for the sake of writing, or for the sake of those who really care about me. Let's be honest here- my life is nothing spectacular.

But that's the thing... who am I to judge whose life is spectacular and whose is not? This semester, I'm getting weekly counseling sessions from a grad student in exchange for one unit. Although I didn't go into it with the intent of working out a deep issue that I have, every session I am able to talk... and talk... and talk... about my life. She always thanks me for sharing my "experience of life" with her. And I realize: she is not the same person as me, she has different experiences with people, different feelings, different things she loves, different places she goes and different activities she partakes in. Everyone's experience of life is so different... which is why even I occasionally get sucked into random person's blogs and reading about the most mundane-seeming things in their lives. Creepy? Maybe. But I'm a psychology student. People and their diverse personalities and life experiences fascinate me.

Anyway. I suppose the point of this blog was me working out my own thoughts as to why I shouldn't, in fact, feel pressured to come up with something inspired. Maybe it won't be particularly grabbing to everyone who reads it, but this is my life, and it's not the same as yours!

"Just life" is inspired enough...

My life today... consisted of:

waking up very late
chomping some plain yogurt and natural pb smothered on whole wheat toast
laughing at Days of Our Lives with my roommates
laughing at my roommates for being totally sucked into it
running outside
pondering the extent of my transformation to hippie status as I strolled through oliver's market
making a green smoothie
making dinner
playing frisbee in the rain
drinking tea with frisbee team after being soaked outside
riding home on my bike in the rain
taking the most magnificent shower... ever (warm!!)
wearing sweatpants
eating dinner made earlier
falling off of tali's bed
exchanging texts with carissa about doing beadmaking soon
excessive amounts of blogging.

C'est la vie!! You bored yet? That was probably boring...

I'm obsessed with blogging again! Bahhhh!

Modern Day Vagabond?

Here I am, sitting outside on the lovely porch of the home in which I currently reside, hearing the soft sound of one neighbor's windchimes to my left, and the soothing tinkle of another neighbor's water fountains on my right. It's that time of afternoon where the wind is beginning to pick up and leave me feeling chilly in spurts between sunshine and cold air. I love this backyard.

But yet! For the past couple of hours I have been combing online ads for a new place that my six roommates and I shall live next year. A long, tedious, process it is. I love this place, but just as I have been fond of each of the three places I have lived over the past three years, I am sure that the next place that we move our beds to will be charming in some new way of its own. I feel like a modern day vagabond, as a college student... moving from one place to the next, never unpacking all the way because I know that the place I lay my head this month is only temporary. Do I like this? I do not know... All I know right now is the peace that I feel sitting here typing this ramble-ous (word?) bit, and I hope that I can continue to find beauty and peace in the midst of this vagabond-ish lifestyle of mine...

Until next time, dear readers.