Just for the record… My dad and I completed my first half marathon on July 20th — it took us 2hrs (and 31 seconds).
It should be noted…
At the cemetery I work at, there’s a small, special section tucked beside a family of spruce trees. It is my favorite section. It’s not labelled as anything particular, but it is a grouping of headstones for children that passed away far too soon. There are about 15 bundled together, unlike the rest of the…
I’m learning to drive a motorcycle.
Straight up. That’s what’s up. Whoop, there it is.
I’ve always wanted to get my bike license, but I never really thought it a possibility until later in my life. My dad used to ride, and about 2 weeks ago he decided to spontaneously buy a sweet little used motorcycle. It’s pretty kickass.
I had to…
Cemeteries are renowned by many for being eerie, unsettling places. I work at a cemetery, and I find it to be quite the opposite.
Just so you’re aware:
1) I’m training for a half marathon.
2) I’m considering getting another tattoo.
3) I’m about to watch Catching Fire. Again.
4) Someday I will camp under the Icelandic sky with my best friend — my sister.
5) I made pesto last night.
I’m constantly worried about the future. I realize this contradicts my last post, but it’s something I’m working on.
Let’s remember that I work at a cemetery during the summer. Perhaps not the most outwardly charming of jobs, but it has its moments. Being out of town in a quiet, secluded beautiful place has its perks. For example, we’ve noticed a family of horned owls living out there. They’re incredible. I secretly hope that over the summer I can…
Trust is hard.
But I think it’s something worth learning.
Ah, the texture of this song. Pristine. So haunting.