A few weeks before all the Ball craziness, Jeremy and I had a fun date night in Hiroshima. There was a Ramen Festival near Peace Park. Jeremy and I had been wanted to go to this festival for years but it always fell on a day when he had duty. This year it worked out where we could go after he got off work on Friday.
One night, Mia Dennett enters a bar to meet her on-again, off-again boyfriend. But when he doesn’t show, she unwisely leaves with an enigmatic stranger. At first Colin Thatcher seems like a safe one-night stand. But following Colin home will turn out to be the worst mistake of Mia’s life…
I am one of those people that over plan everything. I like to have a plan with a back up plan and back up back up plan but when the time comes for the plan I usually just go with the flow and try not to stress out too much. I’ve been told this is a sign of anxiety but I don’t know if that is true or not. Anyways during one of these “planning sessions” I was trying to figure out what Jeremy and I would be doing after the move next year. Most of our furniture will take 3 to 6 months to arrive. We should have our express shipment within 6 weeks or so but that shipment would be mostly bedding, kitchen stuff, my desktop computer and photography supplies (if I’m lucky), the cats’ stuff, and maybe a few other things.
While I was taking my break from everything on base, I decided to start pen paling again. Years ago I use to write both pen pal letters and wrote deployed service members. I had realized how much I missed doing that and decided to start both back up.
You would think being half way around the world would keep the drama I left behind from following me. Nope. It reared it’s ugly head. It caught back up with me and I got sucked back in. Before I launch into this, this is not me gossiping. This is about a toxic friendship that continues to haunt me.
As if I don’t have enough on my plate in November I have added one more thing to my plate. I know I have mentioned it more than once but I have always wanted to write a book. In high school I use to write short stories. I even had a teacher sponsor me for a writing camp my freshman summer because she liked my writing so much. I don’t know why I stopped writing but I did.
I know I have been gone for 6 months. I apologize. These past few months I took off from not just blogging but pretty much everything. I let people get in my head and I believed them when they made it seem I wasn’t good enough. Before April I was already struggling with not feeling good enough at photography, being a good friend, and just struggling with my own self image.
A couple of weeks ago it was Bagheera’s birthday. Since he is much pickier about his stuff than Katniss is, Jeremy and I weren’t sure what to do to celebrate his birthday. He didn’t like balls, hair ties, or scary movies like Katniss. He is also is pickier about his treats than her. We were stumped.
I’ve been struggling with religion for a while. When I was really little, I remember going to a small country church in the woods. I don’t remember much. Mainly Easter egg hunting in a white dress. I must have been 5 or 6 because I don’t really remember my sister being about of the memory. After that church, my family switched back to the church my parents were married in, Carrboro Baptist Church. It was within walking distance from our house. It was in the center of our town near Franklin Street and the playground of it backed up to my favorite Chinese restaurant. The side of the restaurant that faced the church had a mural that depicted the garden of Eden. I still remember the controversy over it showing Adam and Eve in leaves.