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1.23.2006
i've kind of given up blogging. i don't know what it is, but i've decided it's a good thing that i no longer feel the need to write laboriously about my life because i'm too busy actually doing it. maybe there's an element of leaving behind some old habits that i associated so strongly with NYC, but i also feel like nobody ever reads this so there's that element of pointlessness too. but just in case, here's what's happening:
we've officially decided that Seattle is Magic Town. M got hooked up with this guy who does really cool band sites which means some work and potential band mates and new friends. i've been unofficially offered a very impressive position at the shelter that would provide several hours of requisite kitten squishing per day but that i'm afraid to post much about for fear that it won't actually come to fruition and once again i'll be faced with the daunting task of admitting that i jumped the gun a bit there. on that note, there is a glimmer of hope that we'll actually be able to buy a home in our current, amazing neighborhood next year, but again, nothing is certain. we went skiing this weekend and it was really fun and beautiful and we're a little sad we're only hitting it at the end of the season like this but next year we're going to have to make a habit of it. there's more, there always is, but my gum is losing its flavor and that means i've been typing long enough for today.
:: Shericat 11:06 AM [+] :: speak
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1.08.2006
and for that part of me that thought the music scene in Seattle was all post-grunge crapola, a one and a two.
:: Shericat 10:36 PM [+] :: speak
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1.03.2006
happy 2006 everyone.
currently skulking around Helen and Fletcher's loft waiting to fly back home and into bed with our furry children. i am tired and worn out, but happy and grateful for so many wonderful friends, an adoring husband, kitties everywhere, and most of all, at this moment, for feeling ever so good about our new home. last night Paul said that he's never heard of someone leaving new york and not being completely glad they did, but it still felt like such a relief to wander through Greenpoint sipping coffee with M, knowing to the deepest of my core that we made the right decision.
still a visit to the city is always awesome. we walked through the old neighborhood, drank and cackled at our old bar, overbooked ourselves severely but still managed to see most of our nearest and dearest, attended probably the best damn New Year's Eve party ever, went to see the Bodies exhibit, got sick in the third room and had to leave, ate and drank and chatted and laughed so much with so many good people i'm about to burst from it, brunched and lunched and gained more holiday pounds than i care to think of right now, got spoiled by everyone we've had the pleasure of staying with, lost more sleep than i can comprehend, and loved every bleeding minute of it.
goodbye 2005, you've been a good one.
:: Shericat 12:40 PM [+] :: speak
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