This message was sent to the information email at the travel company where I work. Enjoy!
Dear [travel company],
I love your company and have booked several clients through you.
I just read Obama is taking a trip to Hawaii that will cost us taxpayers 4 MILLION DOLLARS.
Can you please save us taxpayers and send them on one of [travel company]’s trips?
Just the land portion, since I’m sure they will want to take Air Force One.
Two weekends ago, I spent some time in Hoboken with the Boyfriend. We went to NYC, ate pizza, enjoyed a Rangers Game, and then explored the Jersey side of the Hudson River. Eventually. I think we’d like to move their together, but I had never been. I really enjoyed everything I saw. Hoboken isn’t too big and is very easy to navigate, the brownstones are beautiful, and it’s just a stone’s throw away from New York – which means enjoying all the wonderful restaurants in the city, being closer to many people I deeply care about, and eventually being a part of the New York Road Runners and the Junior League of New York City.
One of the afternoons we were there, I was messing with my iPhone and noticed a Facebook status from a gal, with whom I went to high school. Turns out a girl I was decently friendly with in high school is getting married and this other girl is going to be a bridesmaid. For whatever reason this just threw me for a loop and it’s had me thinking ever since. I don’t have many friends. I had some ladies with whom I was close in high school, but I peaced out and went to college as far away as possible. While we didn’t necessarily lose contact with one another, I’m not nearly as close with them since I wasn’t a car ride away.
I continued this trend in college by studying abroad. I met some great people when I first moved to Germany, but I was far away from the people I knew in Charleston and in Pennsylvania, and when I returned home from Germany, I was promptly far away from the people I met while I was there. After college, I moved back to Germany and thus, the trend continued. I met a bunch of great people, but over time have lost touch with them. I moved home in 2008, went back to Charleston with the intention of being there permanently, and came crawling back to my parents less than 2 years later. Until now, I have always prided myself on my inability to sit still but now, at 27, I’m not so sure it’s been worth it.
Now, I have a wonderful Boyfriend, people at work who are great, some lovely ladies I’ve met through the Junior League, but yet, I often feel so alone. Maybe it’s just a weird funk and I certainly not the first person who has ever felt this way before, but I just don’t know what to do to make new friends.
what is wrong with me? how do you get out and meet people your own age?
This morning, I was startled to read the most recent post by Aspiring Kennedy, regarding flooding Italy. It has affected one of my favorite places in the whole world: Cinque Terre.
According to news reports, there have been serious flooding and mudslides, with Monterosso and Vernazza (where my family stayed on our first trip to Italy in 2007) being affected the most. The mayor of Monterosso has been quoted as saying:
Cinque Terre first came into my life by way of Rick Steves, who would regularly feature the villages on his public television programs about Italy.
When my father began planning our family vacation to Italy in 2007, my mother, sister and I were very insistent on visiting the 5 villages. Over a two day period of time (side note: not nearly enough time to appreciate all the cities have to offer), we hiked some, rode the train some, swam some, and ate as much seafood as we could.
I actually had to dig through old facebook photos to find some pictures, it’s so hard to choose from allll the pictures I had.
I was back the following summer and was fortunate to spend a full 5 days, mainly eating, swimming and hiking.
I’ve really enjoyed this trip down memory lane. Now my wish is for my 3 whole readers to keep this special place in their hearts, as I will be doing too. Hopefully, they will recover and future generations will be able to enjoy them, as I have been fortunate to do.
In the past 3 weeks since my 2nd half marathon, I have lost the desire to move from my couch. I went from running 3-4 a week plus working out at the gym 2 times a week to working out with Grant once a week. And that’s about it.
And I can tell. My jeans are a little tighter and my stomach a little flabbier. My attitude has been shot to hell and I’m not nearly as happy overall.
But I don’t know how to fix it. I’m signed up for more races. I have a training schedule. Now I just need to get my groove, my mojo, whatever the hell you want to call it, back. As soon as possible please.