Oops I forgot to take food pictures. (I'm sure you're crying right now...shhh...it's okay!)
But I think I have a bit more honing to do when it comes to my vegan cooking skills. The manicotti was edible, the vegan french toast was great, the enchiladas were still a bit frozen inside and my recipe from Good Housekeeping for chocolate pancakes needs to be ripped up!
We definitely didn't go hungry, but I'm obviously not the next Rachel Ray.
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I've been thinking a lot lately about my experiences with moving for various reasons. Growing up I lived in four different cities, my parents and brother moved to Edmond when I went to college initially and when I transfered to Drury, my parents were in the process of moving to Tulsa. Shortly after graduating and moving home from Springfield, I found myself packing my life into a U-Haul and headed to Lawrence.
As I reflect on these moves, I find myself a little anxious.
I haven't lived in one place for longer than 7 years.
Will I ever be able to settle down?
Impermanence is my life. My friends, my houses, my stuff all seems transitional. I think I realized from a young age that best friends necklaces aren't promises. Things change. People change. That's just the nature of the universe.
Sometimes I take that understanding as a blessing, but sometimes its a bit scary.
I want to have a home.
But I'm starting to feel like that won't happen until I establish a new life with another person.
Patience.
I'm frustrated as well about the fact that I feel like I'm not doing a very good job of being there for a friend of mine who is moving. I understand and care and want to be supportive, but I'm worried that I've spent so long disassociating myself and the process of moving that I'm not any help.
I thought maybe writing would get this out of my head and sorted out. Instead I'm just as muddled as when I started. Ugh.
