Well it certainly has been a while since my last post here on this trusty blog.
Much has happened. Too much for any sane person really. But lets face it, I am not a sane person.
I almost cancelled this blog account, then changed my mind; after all this blog was a dear friend to me during a fairly rocky time. I feel like I owe it to Ms. Blog to keep its web blood pumping through the 010101010 anatomy.
I suppose I should start off by explaining myself; where was I, what in gods name was I doing all of these months and with whom and what? What did I chew on?
I confess...
1. I left for Chile and sort of rediscovered who I was and what I wanted to do with my life. I made elaborate dinners of chicken, corn and cilantro for smiling dogs, found I didn't want to work for "the man" any longer and needed to move out of NYC to relieve some of that pressure.
2. One night shortly after returning from Chile, I dreamt of a dear friend of mine. He was marrying a girl with a long face and green eyes. When I woke up, I knew I was supposed to be with him and not the wonderful man I was sleeping and living with on a daily basis. As you can probably imagine, I felt terrible about this, so to make sure I felt the way my innards did, I ventured up north to see my dear friend. Sure enough it was true; a combination of looks and voices told me so. I returned knowing I needed to make my move quickly and honestly. During this time, I ate very very little and drank very very much.
3. My trustee former mate and I broke up after gallons of tears and hugs. Guilt infiltrated my flesh and for months I kept it all inside. I had moved back into my sister's home and was reminded again that I enjoyed food whenever she cooked her fish tacos.
4. So my heart was ripped into bits and stretching like a sea mammal lapping waves at the same time. Food wasn't very interesting to me at all. I spent loads of time alone, writing my dear friend letters and taking pictures of tears falling on the sidewalk.
5. Two months later my dear friend and I escaped in a tiny moped and made our way across country to Portland, Oregon. On the way we chomped loads of rice crackers, hummus, carrots, cheese, and coffee.
6. On the road I started my portfolio for graduate school.
7. More than a week later we landed on the floor of my friends' house. I think we were there for three weeks. I got a job waitressing at a fancy Greek Tapas restaurant and oftentimes came home smelling of squid. On my nights off I explored the grocery store shelves for good wine and yumsone to cook up for my dear friends back home.
8. We found a little yellow bungalow through craigslist with a big barn, pear and apple tree out back, plopped down some found furniture, and filled my own fridge for the first time in months.
9. I finally finished my portfolio.
10. Currently my days are spent constructing a business plan, eating eggs, figs, coffee and toast, petting my kitty, and making maps and webs with string and wood. At night I waitress, something I thought I would never do again, but (mostly) enjoy for right now. I bike home and find my duck with his feet up in the air. I smile knowing I have found home... 

