A Poem

A poem I wrote a few days ago that i would really love to paint. It is as of yet, untitled.

From California's ocean shore
Crossed the desert
but am not parched
Soared like a hawk over the Grand Canyon
but did not slip
Ran through the cornfields
Swam through the Great Lakes
And landed...
jeans ripped, hair tousled
And happiness held
finally
like a glowing gem
within my two cupped hands.

Home Is Where The Halo Is

I just got home a few hours ago. I wrote the following entry while on the plane:


Last night. The best Tuesday night I've probably ever had. I leaned to TJ at one point and told him that I'm finally realizing why people say their college years are the best years of their lives. I'm just glad I'm finally realizing it before it's too late.

I'm not going to be modest here when I admit that I cooked a pretty damn good dinner last night. I couldn't have done it without the assistance of my trusty sous chef, Tom. Also, my current obsession: Malibu coconut rum.

You know, people are right when they say that your friends make your life. Whether back in LA or in Columbus, I believe I found the best possible friends in existence. Good people. Kind hearts and generous souls. They crack me up and warm my heart and it's getting hard to explain without sounding corny, but it's like for so long I had just forgotten what it felt like and what it takes to be truly happy-- and when I say happy I mean this unexplainable deep-seated feeling of contentment.

What I'm getting at is...I'd be lost without them.

When my plane was taking off, I was looking out the window over the city of Columbus. Columbus will never be my home, LA has eternal claims over that title, but no matter where I end up in this world, Columbus, you will always hold a special piece of my heart. I never-- trust me, NEVER-- thought I would say this, but when I was looking down at the twinkling city of scarlet and gray, I thought about how when I leave this place for good, I'll probably cry like a baby.

Living in Columbus has been the ultimate test of tough love. It has seldom been easy, but it has been so rich with lessons, the value of moving here has outweighed any and all of the sad days. I wonder if this is how my dad feels about New York-- the place in one's youth where one truly finds oneself, becomes an adult. Learns. Lives.

Don't get me wrong-- I'm so excited to go home and smell my mom's perfume around the house, hear my dad's voice booming ridiculous jokes, feel Toddy's small frame when we embrace. I just land at LAX this time, the millionth time, with such a newfound appreciation for things. I am so, so fortunate....fortunate beyond my wildest dreams.

It has never, in my entire life, felt this good to be alive.

Those Unrepeatable College Nights

The events that occurred last night are so perfect in their uniqueness and beauty and I am almost tempted not to write about it, lest words are entirely incapable of describing it.

It all really started at Tom/Lee/Andrew's apartment because Lee needed to photocopy my Womens Studies readings. A few hits off the bong later, I felt as though I had been catapoulted too the 1960s-- Janis Joplin was crying, screaming, beautifying through the record player-- yes, record player. That moment, in itself, was a mental photograph I will retain for a long time.

Tom came home and we went to an incredible restaurant in German Village called Barcelona. So often, Columbus restaurants wear their inferiority complexes on their sleeves (by inferiority complex I mean inferior to bigger city restaurants), but this was a truly authentic fine dining experience. Bottom line: great restaurant. I had an espresso crusted ribeye..it was cooked to perfection. The decor, the service, it was all impeccable. Highly recommended and extremely delicious.

We went to Kristen's and then to a party on Woodruff which was surprisingly fun. For all intents and purposes, I wasn't even drunk. We shook our shit like nobody's business, and confronted an intensely homophobic frat boy. It was a such an OSU night but it was solid. A lot of fun. Recruited some more monopoly players.

After the party, one of the most beautiful moments in college thus far...

Tom and I came back to my apartment at two-thirty-ish. Lit the hookah and just talked and talked till four am. Oasis rolling off the speakers, smoke pouring out of our mouths, and secrets, confessions, inner most dark places raining out of our minds. It was so beautiful, a lot of love was shared in my dining room last night.

In college, in the absence of family, your friends take an entirely new role in your life. Your friends become your family. I felt that last night, I felt it a lot.

First Entry, New Blog

The first entry on a new blog is like moving into a new house...

I arrive here, at blogspot, a previously ardent livejournaler. However, I have reached the point at which I can no longer update there. My livejournal represents an entirely different time in my life, before things were figured out, mostly before I moved to Columbus.

New blog, new state of mind.

The links are unfamilar, I can't really even remember what my URL is, but if I have learned anything these past couple years it's that becoming acclimated to something new is the most effective method of learning. And thus, here I am.

Things I can and cannot promise:
1. I cannot promise this will always be interesting.
2. I can promise this will always be interesting.

The first contradiction already exposed in the first entry. Should be an interesting ride.