bright pink flats

yesterday i drove up (ok, rode up) to seattle with denice and her family to see her off to africa for a year. she is going to work with orphans in malawi. lucky! i hope i can join her there for a month or so sometime this year...we shall see...anyhow, there's something...anticlimatic about taking someone to the airport. there's all this build up, the drive, the goodbye, the tears -- and then all that happens is watching them go through the security gate. and then you leave to resume your own boring life. where's all the action?

i love seattle so it was nice to be there, even just for an afternoon. after denice left, her mom, sister, brother and i went out to this awesome thai restaurant in queen anne. so yummy! then we drove back down, which seemed to take about 6 hours. i was planning on sleeping to help pass the time, but instead i ended up yacking to beth and candice the entire way! i tried to stop at one point, assuming i must be annoying them extremely, but they insisted i keep going. talk about a trapped, captive audience! i paid a visit to the farthest vaults of my brain to retrieve as many funny stories as i could, and when i exhausted that supply, i bored them with the details of my so-called love life. needless to say, when we finally got home, i was pretty damn exhausted.

so i have a crush. actually, it's more than a crush...i really like someone. there's something so fun about the start of liking someone, even if nothing is happening or does happen. it's so weird...i just like him, and it makes me happy. and that's it. have i mentioned how freaking happy i have just been lately? at first i was like...ok...i'm enjoying my job! what's going on? i cant point to one particular source for this mysterious happiness, i think it's a combination of God, finding a church, making art for me, settling into my current life, variety at work, and perhaps liking this guy. for once in my life, i am enjoying things going slowly. in fact, i am content with it. it's surreal...but nice.

sometimes it can be hard to walk in a single woman's shoes. so, every once and awhile, she needs to have extra special ones, to make the walk a little easier. -- carrie bradshaw, sex and the city