A MinD in MoTown

Vacation, all I ever wanted.
July 22, 2009, 6:41 pm
Filed under: I am a dork, The world revolves around me

Virginia Beach, VA

Virginia Beach, VA

I’m off to the beach, folks, for a much-needed vacation (especially after the work day I had today!). But check my Twitter for updates, if you’d like, and try not to miss me too much. I know, I know, it’ll be difficult.

My pen is emotionally charged.

It’s amazing how little I have to say when things in my life are going really well. Sometimes I wonder if all the creativity or writing abilities I contain are hinged on disaster, disappointment, anger, or strong reactions to the world around me. But when life is simple, ordinary and filled with contentment, I’m without words worth writing*.

So what exactly has me fairly blissful these days? Let’s get a bit more personal than usual and delve into some bullet points…

  • My mom is moving to town! In late May, my stepfather moved here for a job with hopes that my mother would soon follow. For a while, she had trouble finding a job, but she was recently hired here in MoTown and will be relocating mid-August. And by “relocating,” I mean I have to fly to Pennsylvania on a Thursday and accompany her Saturday for the drive to NC. It’s okay though, she’s worth it!
  • Boyfriend and I are superbly happy! Like in most relationships, we hit a rough patch where we argued way more than necessary. But for several weeks now, it’s been fight-free and back to cloud 9. With that said, a big thanks to Kendall for listening to my lamentation at least once during the not-so-fun days.
  • I just celebrated my 24th birthday and who doesn’t love their own birthday? Well, before the age of insert the age you most fear here, of course.
  • Although I make little money and, between both jobs, I keep quite busy, work as a whole is going smoothly. Usually summer is a bit slower for news stories – at least in this region – but I’ve had enough to keep me busy without finding myself overwhelmed. (Edited and deleted something here so as to not unnecessarily hurt someone’s feelings…) It’s the little things, after all, that make one happy!
  • For a long time – sporadically – I felt like I didn’t truly have friends here. Aquaintances, sure, but not real friends I could regularly hang out with or count on for much of anything. That notion has been proven wrong within the last month or so, and it’s an amazing feeling to actually feel more of a connection to not only my “new” life, but the people within it.
  • VACATION IN TWO DAYS!!! That’s right. On Thursday morning I will pack up my car and head to Virginia Beach for a long weekend with two of my best friends from high school. We’ve been waiting months for this trip and it seriously cannot arrive soon enough.

I’m not one to complain because my life has been rather awesome lately, but it obviously causes some writing difficulties on my end. I’m sure it doesn’t help that my Google Reader has been busting at the seams lately as well, making me want to read more than write.

But the GReader is finally empty – unless someone has updated within the last 15 minutes – and I’m here just to say my life is currently ahh-mayyy-zing! And it’s about damn time I remarked about the good rather than the bad.

* Whoa. Alliteration FTW.

Bonne anniversaire!
July 15, 2009, 1:38 pm
Filed under: The world revolves around me
My second birthday!

My second birthday!

It’s official. I’m in my mid-twenties.

Today marks my 24th birthday, and it’s been an amazing year, for sure. Last night, as I stood outside Town Hall, waiting for the School Board meeting I was covering for the paper to begin, I thought to myself, “I cannot believe how different my life is from just a few years ago.” And truly it is.

And to celebrate this milestone blog-style, I’m going to do the same thing I did last year, which I stole from Jennifer at the time (and sort of did again this year), not even realizing she shared the same birthday. So if you haven’t done so yet, go wish Ms. Free and Flawed a Happy 25th!

As for me*, in 24 years I’ve…

Thrown up on someone’s car one time.
Been tattooed twice (so far).
Learned that I feel mighty good after just three drinks.
Gone from having two parents to four parents.
Watched the first five seasons of One Tree Hill repeatedly.
Had six different jobs.
Always loved the number seven.
Moved eight times.
Added blonde highlights to my hair since I was nine.
Been to Ocean City, Md. at least ten times.
Written numerous news articles, but the first was when I was eleven (I think).
Traveled to twelve states, including the two I’ve lived in.
Never believed thirteen was truly bad luck.
Waited ’til fourteen years old for my first kiss.
Certainly kissed more than fifteen boys since then.
Been blogging at “A MinD in MoTown” for sixteen months.
Lived alone (for the first time) for the last seventeen months.
Left the country for the first, and only, time at eighteen.
Had my tongue pierced since I was nineteen.
Always been exactly twenty years younger than my father.
Moved 500 miles away from home at the age of twenty-one.
Spent more than twenty-two minutes trying to complete this.
Been a paid journalist for twenty-three months.

Today, I am officially twenty-four.

And to close out this birthday post, here’s a couple photos of me over the years. Some aren’t so flattering due to the lovely haircut – mullet, if you will – my mother decided I should have. Thanks a ton, Mom. For that and the whole giving-birth-to-me thing. =)

Faded demin. Sweeeeeet.

Faded demin. Sweeeeeet.

Seventh birthday? Eighth? I'm not too sure, but I certainly looked adorable in this red dress.

Seventh birthday? Eighth? I'm not too sure, but I certainly looked adorable in this red dress.

I'm in the back, but that would be my oh-so-awesome little brother (he's now 22) in the front.

I'm in the back, but that would be my oh-so-awesome little brother (he's now 22) in the front.

* Thinking of new things for this list will not be simple.

If you’re Irish and you know it, clap your hands.
March 17, 2009, 3:53 pm
Filed under: Kiss Me I'm Irish, The world revolves around me

kiss-meUnless you’ve been living under a rock – and if you have Internet access, I assume not – you’re quite aware of the festivities that this beautiful holiday brings. Green beer and debauchery seem to sit perfectly hand in hand with St. Patrick’s Day, a celebration of all things Irish and an excuse for many – not myself, however, as I’m legitimately of Irish descent – to pretend their family tree has a branch or two stemming from the best heritage known to mankind.

I’ve attended quite a few St. Patty’s celebrations in my day – that makes me sound old, but I’m not, I swear – and although 2009 brings a tamer year than the last several, I’m hoping to make the best of it. After all, I am rocking a brand new holiday tee* in addition to green shoes. Clearly I’m perfectly equipped for this evening’s festivities.

The Irish tee I'm rocking today.
The Irish tee I’m rocking today.

I might’ve missed the fourth largest St. Patty’s parade in the country this past Saturday in Scranton – held annually and a pretty big deal – as well as Penn State’s version, “State Patty’s Day” – born out of the a Nittany Lion desire to celebrate despite missing the holiday each year due to Spring Break – but I’m hoping to make up for that this evening.

So drink a pint of Guinness whether you are Irish or not, wear your classiest green tee and have a great St. Patty’s Day everyone!

* I have a slight addiction to Irish attire. Last year I bought three tee-shirts and this year I bought another to add to my already abundant collection that includes at least one hoodie and the glittery, camoflauge pair of Roos adorning my feet this moment.

I’m a poet … and I know it.
March 9, 2009, 3:41 pm
Filed under: Do "yay", I want to be a "writer", The world revolves around me

Once upon a time, I considered myself a writer. Not a reporter, not a journalist, but just some girl who wanted nothing more than a pen and paper in her hands at all times.

And then I graduated college and the real world beckoned. No longer was I able to muster up the words once I settled into my full-time position. Every syllable was AP Style and news related. The creative side disappeared, seemingly, and I became complacent with living in the present, writing in regard to columns and inches, stuck within the boundaries and constraints of the front page.

Then I started this blog and found my voice again; I rekindled my ability to think outside the box and discuss my personal opinions, as opposed to always remaining objective. And for several months, this filled that void, that piece of me I knew was missing, yet couldn’t quite get back. Until recently, that is, when the void reappeared. Smaller, yes, but still echoing a need for my poetic side, my imaginative side, the girl I was before receiving my diplomas.

And though I never truly believed that that portion of me was gone, it’d been a long time since I was proud enough of something I wrote to share it. Coming from me, that’s a pretty big deal. One of my poems was painted on the wall of my high school when I was a senior, and my creative writing class even published a book back in the day – although I completely look at that work of mine as entirely unpolished, but you’ll have that nearly seven years later.

I just knew I missed her and missed that ability to have a completely random thought become a page or several of verse that I was forced to write down in that precise moment. And so, two weeks ago, I pulled out a pen and a completely clean leather-bound notebook, previously tucked away in my humble desk drawer, and left it within easy reach. Before I knew it, I was writing segments of “future” novels, pieces of my own memoir, and the first poem I have written in at least three years.

It’s untitled – as most of my works typically are – but I wanted to share. Sorry for the long banter leading up to this…

She scribbles on the page–
The written word nearly forgotten–
Struggling to regain that love,
That melodic flow,
That poetic tone
She once so easily found.
The letters stutter
And the pen moves more slowly
Across her blank canvas.
Determined to return to her former passion
She fills journal after journal,
Tossing each to the wayside,
Claiming nothing is as beautiful
As she so fondly recalls.
Yet each word is there,
Recounting that love, that flow, that tone,
And only untainted eyes–
Eyes previously unaware of her humble talent–
Can truly recognize that tale
Her scribbles unfold.
It is within those words that her livelihood lies,
Among the erased syllables and forgotten thoughts.
It is upon those pages
Her love, her flow, her tone are embossed
And her true voice is found
Once more.

I suppose if you shoved me in a genre, it’d be poetry although I tend to write other genres as well. Poetry, however, seems to flow more naturally … even if, like journalism, the market for it is ever so slim. I’ve yet to decide if sharing what I write will become a norm or not on this blog, so if you think it should be or it’s something you folks are interested in, let me know and I’ll definitely consider that while deciding if this is a personal venue my blog should continue to explore.

Any comments – both critical and constructive – are so very welcome and much appreciated. It’s been a very long time since others have read a poem I’ve written and feedback would be fabulous.