seven day challenge – day 5ish

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seven day challenge – day 3

st. vincent, beautiful girl

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seven day challenge – day 2

the parlour, fortnum and mason

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four countries. one week.

if we die, then we die. but for now, we’ll live. (or something like that)

well, game of thrones is getting better and better and my blogging seems to be getting worse and worse. when i first began this project, i vowed pretty much in blood to not allow myself to slack off. not anytime. not for any reason. with that said, i’ve got a plethora of reasons for my aloofness of weeks past. this list contains but is not limited to. . .

  • i’m caring for a baby. this is not an easy thing to do and it takes long hours, lots of practice, and the ability to mentally recover from being shat on, puked on, screamed at, scratched {by vicious little fingernails}, farted on, sneezed on, and cried for. all in a day’s work. and sometimes at the same time but in different variations, ie: today, i was feeding baby and while doing so, he was shitting on my leg. {not on my leg but i could feel the explosive warmth through my pants} not only was he shitting whilst eating, he was also burping, farting, and squealing/screaming, all at the same time. he didn’t seem to be very happy about any of it. and i don’t blame him- babies shouldn’t be expected to multitask like that!
    anyway, these things happen to me all the time and the booger (baby) wears me out.
    all i want to do at the end of a long day is write about it but all i can do is pass out as physically close to my bed as i can get.

    girl and baby in paris, by the eiffel tower, france, travels

    {how can something so little make me feel sosee picture below…}

    maxim verehin

    {“bunny” by maxim verehin}


  • i just traveled to four countries in one week. seriously, this happened! as you know from my last post, i met my family in barbados and spent an amazing 2 1/2 weeks preparing for dreary london weather soaking in the glorious sunshine. we left barbados near the end of april and after briefly uttering my hello!’s to london, i bid it a temporary farewell and traveled with an even larger family group on trains through france and germany.

    family in heidelberg

    {my oldest cousin peter, and his little family in heidelberg – they joined us from orlando}

  • london has got me all t w i t t e r p a t e d. there is so much glorious fun to get into. not to mention, i’m still reflecting and recovering from my most recent adventure to heidelberg and paris. [blog post to come] i have also put a lot of my time into planning my adventures over the next few months. they include shows, car boot sales, and maybe a little lot of couchsurfing. my cs profile is updated and ready to go, and i already have plans to attend a west london meeting at a pub next week. if you have not heard of couchsurfing, i implore you to sign up–> adventure awaits! as for shows, i am contemplating a rather impressive lineup at the latitude music festival, more than a few names have whet my appetite… modest mouse, beach house, james blake, the tallest man on earth, local natives, grizzly bear {must i go on?} the only way for me to attend [besides saving a hell of a lotta £££] is by finding likeminds in london who are wanting to go as well and need a travel buddy. thank god for couchsurfing. and now the search begins..are you going??? 🙂
latitude music festival lineup, modest mouse, beach house, james blake


in other news, when i went to check my email account on aol, a swanky-sounding british gal chimed “you have email.
i suppose i’ll have to whisper my temporary goodbyes to “you’ve got mail.”

it’s the little things.

not without the madness

here i sit.

american airlines rep: “your flight to london has been canceled.”
distressed {no longer a} passenger: “say that again???”

so here i sit, on cold concrete, directly out front of the departure terminal in louisville because i have yet to depart. i got that call exactly twenty four hours ago and since then, have been rescheduled and rebooked exactly seven times, in seven different ways. there were the multiple flights through dallas, most of which were delayed, and chicago. chicago in the spring is like a fussy child.. so haphazard and unpredictable. flights have been canceled right and left {north and south?} due to it’s crummy weather and hundreds [if not thousands] of people have either been slightly inconvenienced or hopelessly strandedprobably absolutely stripped of their sanity.
so that murphy could show me that he and his law meant business, i was treated to a wonderful spectacle just a few hours ago. after waking at 6am in my hotel {did i mention that i drove two hours from another airport where my original flight was scheduled?} with the possibility of hopping a 7am flight, i miraculously made it to the airport and through security with enough time to board!! so, why am i still in louisville?!

the spectacle i mentioned above was actually lightning striking and “shaking” the plane. i guess in hindsight, the flash was kind of a cool thing to witness, but after only ten turbulent minutes of being in the air, and six prior schedule changes/mishaps, the one plane i did catch was turned around due to the lightning incident and landed in the same place from whence we came.

so here i sit.

at least they didn’t take my funfetti icing after scrutinizing it in security..


and at least i have the beautiful voice of ryan adams to keep me feeling the love..



today, it happened.
after two years of waiting tables at a local sushi restaurant, my “two weeks notice” was readily delivered to the manager in charge of constructing our schedules. she knew it was coming- i have been blabbering on about this trip for months now but still, during the very moment of this long-awaited discussion, the flood of words from my mouth conveyed a strange hesitance with a hint of “is this really happening?!”

the answer is, yes.
“it’s all happening”

downtown london, view from the london eye, a long way down, london 2012, olympics 2012

{taken last summer during the 2012 olympics}

i am moving there for just around four months to live with family and be the right-hand lady to my beautiful cousin, stephanie. her and eric’s lives changed dramatically [for the better!] on february 19th at around 10 pm – stephanie gave birth to their first child,
a little boy named henry.
needlesss to say, the entire extended family is elated. this is only the second baby to be born into our tight-knit clan in the last fifteen years! so, where do i come in? in the present, i am floating. i have a job that was always meant to be temporary, a home that i plan on packing up and relocating within the year, and a boyfriend who is super understanding of the opportunity that was presented to me when steph and eric offered their home and the charming english lifestyle in exchange for my help with little henry.
the word, au pair, comes to mind but we are family and this means so much more to me than an occupation would. this is my chance of a lifetime- to live in one of the most amazing cities in the world with a few of the most extraordinarily kind people that i have ever had the privilege of knowing.
and to think, we’re related!

roger rabbit at disney world, with my family, cousins, flashback

{i am the little blonde girl, obviously fearful of being eaten by roger rabbit, being held by steph.
disney world holds a special place in our family history}

this will not be my first time in london- christopher and i spent five fascinating weeks in europe last summer after a five month period of obsessively flooding trickling money into our savings accounts.


spain [ibiza]
italy [positano, rome, venice]

it was one of the best experiences of my life and i have thousands of pictures and memories to prove it. [many of which i will upload from time to time!]

in other news, my 5th generation ipod will not be making the journey this time –
sadly, it can no longer hold a charge, but when i find a new one before i leave, i will immediately begin to make playlists!

they will have names like:

the tube

journey through seven dials
this open air market
paris bound
the avett brothers
camden creepin’
car boot sale day

and they will have songs like:

bowerbirds – northern lights
ryan adams – new york, new york
spiritualized – ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space
laura marling – new romantic
the avett brothers – murder in the city
m83 – we own the sky
sigur rós – hoppipolla

and there goes my tiny music recommendation!
if you are going to explore just one of those links before moving on with your day, i greatly recommend hoppípolla by sigur rós. the rough translation goes a little something like this . . .

hendumst í hringi
höldumst í hendur
allur heimurinn óskýr
nema þú stendur

allur rennvotur
engin gúmmístígvél
hlaupandi inn í okkur
vill springa út úr skel

og útilykt af hárinu þínu
ég anda eins fast og ég get
með nefinu mínu

i engum stígvélum
allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
i engum stígvélum

og ég fæ blóðnasir
en ég stend alltaf upp

og ég fæ blóðnasir
og ég stend alltaf upp


spinning in circles
holding hands
the world is a blur
except when you’re standing

dripping wet
completly soaked
no rubberboots
running inside of us
wants to burst out of the shell

wind in
and the smell of your hair
i hit as hard as i can
with my nose

jumping into a puddle
wearing no boots
completely soaked

(dripping wet)
wearing no boots

and i get a nosebleed
but i’ll always stand up again

and i get a nosebleed
but i’ll always stand up again

their lyrics are often simple but their songs, simply amazing. the only chance i will get to see sigur rós live [christopher has several times] is at the uic pavilion in chicago, the week before i depart. we are doing everything possible to set this trip in stone as it will be our last hoorah together before the big day. no other “last hoorah” could make as much sense – our first date was an adventure very similar to this – we journeyed to chicago while we were still in the “talking” chapter of our relationship, to see lykke li at the vic theatre. that show was energetic and fun, but i don’t doubt that a few hours of sigur rós will be anything other than a holy, mind-altering feast for the ears, eyes, and soul.
i could not ask for a better kind of farewell from the states, from my home.
31 days and counting.