August 19, 2009

Please, won't you be my neighbor?

(cue Mr. Rogers taking off his cardigan.....)

I'm waiting to strike gold in the home rental department. The goal is to be completely moved into a new home in Columbus by September 1st. Originally, we thought of renting a downtown riverfront loft and it's still an attractive idea in theory, but having a 90 lb. bulldog complicates things. Since he needs a backyard, we'll probably be somewhere in the suburbs. I never thought of myself as a suburb kind of gal, since I've either lived out in the country or in the middle of town, but for now I'll be happy to just find a reasonably-priced place to lay my head. At least I am able to have a home and the means to provide for my family, and I am content with that.

At the end of August, I'll leave my current job and I have mixed feelings about my last day in the office. I'm sure that I will miss my coworkers and the quiet, focused environment, but I already see myself clicking my heels together and dancing in the parking lot. I am soon to be at a "career" crossroad-- do I look for another administrative-type job and enjoy the salary or do I pursue my writing, grad school, language and craft interests with no guarantee of income? Like most other things in life, I think a happy medium will be my outcome, like tutoring or teaching Spanish and doing Etsy or a part-time office job. On the other hand, this is not the time for career cowardice.... if I want to do something I truly love or am passionate about, it feels a little like now or never!

Last week I found the Spanish section of the Leon County Library, something I had no idea about for these past three years, and which would have been very helpful when I started studying Spanish lit. at FSU! I'm roaring through El amor en los tiempos del cólera, one of my first novels read in Spanish. Márquez is more than gifted; his poetry in novel prose form makes me wish that the world he writes about were still alive, as harsh and painful as it was.... the world of discovery. This reminds me of my correspondence with another of my favorite writers, the Spanish (Laura) Espido Freire, she wrote:

Nos espera la noche nace un poco a raíz de las historias que tanto mi abuela, como mi abuelo me contaban. Un mundo perdido, rural, cruel y muy hermoso. Yo era niña cuando me hablaban de los perros rabiosos, de los bandidos, de la guerra. Esa realidad habían desaparecido, suplantada por la tecnología, lo seguro, la realidad. Mis abuelos murieron pronto. No eran de este mundo.
(Nos espera la noche takes root a little from the stories that my grandmother told me -- a world lost, rural, cruel and very beautiful. I was a little girl when she spoke to me of rabid dogs, bandits and war. This reality had been disappearing, supplanted by technology, the secure and reality. My grandparents died soon after. They were not of that world.)
Storytelling weaves the fantastic and beautiful into our accounts to make the suffering parts a little more bearable. To hear of others' sufferings is to take part in them, if at least for a moment. While this blog will detail very little suffering (hopefully!), I will set the loom in order and begin to weave the beautiful into the sometimes mundane. Like bright yellow daydreams in a gray office or Márquez's bright yellow butterflies in Cien años, reality and fantasy are made for each other.

August 10, 2009

Sometimes the night was beautiful...

Weekends fly by so quickly when I am visiting Anthony. He has branched infantry, which is what he wanted and what we felt at peace about, so I have launched into "GO" mode because it means that we will be living in Columbus for at least nine months. I am currently looking for a house to move into in three weeks, and have so much to do, but I know that the Lord will give me strength to do it.... and I have great friends to help me with it!

It seems like all my thoughts are so domestic these days. What to cook, what to sew, what to buy, what to fix. I look forward to nesting again in a new place and especially am excited about being a part of Calvary Chapel Columbus. Their fellowship has been pure and sweet and we felt at home there from day one, so it is nice to already be semi-established in that aspect.

Thirdly and lastly, my sisters are becoming beautiful women so quickly. Holly is leaving on a jet plane tomorrow to return to Peru as a student missionary, Cassandra is looking into applying to USF and is taking AP courses this fall (and has a job and is involved in a million other things!), and Becca is back in band and volleyball as an all-around over-achiever. I love them so much and hope that I will be faithful in writing them and having Skype dates and contining to build on the remarkable friendship that we share.

Goodnight, blog world. Sweet dreams to my sweetheart sleeping in a tent somewhere.

August 5, 2009

It's been a short summer.

After May, June and July of what-ifs and "when we get there", I'm packing up our small house into large cardboard boxes.

Anthony and I have decided to strike out on our own (with Uncle Sam in tow) in search of adventure. As I write this, he is halfway through Army Officer Candidate School (OCS) in Ft. Benning, GA, and I am planning on starting my graduate studies this fall. Although we are not yet sure where in the world we will be in the next few weeks and months to come, it's exciting and yes, a little scary, to leave Tallahassee and go wherever God calls us.

For almost the last three years, this college town has been our home. We were engaged and married here. I was inspired by the faculty at FSU to love learning. Saturday football was either the depths of despair or burning-towels-in-the-street kind of celebration..... that really happened. Our home bible study brought new friends into our life. What I am trying to say is that we'll miss this town and everyone in it. Right now, though, it's just the right time to go. I might get a little misty-eyed driving away, but am listening to that voice deep inside saying "LET'S DO THIS!".

On a different note, in between packing, work and long conversations with our bulldog Petey, I've been reading '80s literature on sewing. ('80s because that's the most recent that the library had.) Last night I chopped up a few closet favorites and made new creations of them. Upcycling is a genius concept if executed properly, and I hope to master the art of reuse without looking like a ragamuffin. Also, my family brought some vanilla red rooibos tea back from Colorado and I am most grateful. It's like a church potluck casserole - creamy, rich and making me want more. It tastes good.

In two days, we find out what Anthony will "branch" -- what his job will be in the Army for the next few years. Stay tuned....