tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82406859629053888542024-03-21T18:23:05.115-07:00From Bowl Cuts to Vodka SodasLeah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-40751065125912774842019-01-08T18:47:00.000-08:002019-01-08T18:47:25.077-08:00An Ode to the Richmond<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It Was December - Rose Gardens, Golden Gate Park, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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I can't say I ever thought I'd find myself writing an ode to the Richmond. Not when I first moved to SF and was told by a then-resident, "When looking for places to live, avoid Richmond and Sunset. They're too far out. It's like not even living in SF." And I definitely did not see myself writing one when I lived in NOPA, where I couldn't figure out why anyone would ever live anywhere else if at all possible. And yet, here I am, writing one.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See the Irony? - My Backyard - Richmond, SF - Oct 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sidewalk Koi Fish and Bougainvillea - Richmond, SF - Oct 2018 </td></tr>
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Moving to the Richmond was more by convenience than by choice. A friend of mine moved out, and I needed a place to move in. As with most things in my life that I grow to love, I didn't like it at first. It was too quiet (both literally in terms of noise and figuratively in terms of restaurants, bars, etc.) It was too spread out (you mean I have to walk 10 blocks to the closest grocery store?) And, almost all my friends lived elsewhere.<br />
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It's still quiet. It's still spread out. And almost all my friends still live elsewhere. But I grew to love the Richmond Spread, as I'm deeming it. Call me crazy. It's okay. One-year-ago Leah would too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's a Bus Stop - Richmond, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad Hair Day - Baker Beach, SF - Oct 2018</td></tr>
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Let's begin with the Richmond Spread in terms of distance. Initially incredibly damn irritating. The distance from one place to another is multiplied by four in comparison to the rest of the city. But also, so what! Because everything is a bit more spread out, every errand is practically begging to be an adventure. And while I'm not always looking to make an adventure out of grocery shopping after work in the dark, weekend roaming can be a good ol' time. Every other block offers a view of the Golden Gate Bridge, and if anyone tells you they're tired of seeing that, then they're lying or nuts. Also, the park and the ocean are present.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If You Look Hard Enough, There's a Bridge There - Richmond, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If You Look Hard Enough, There's a Bridge There, Pt. 2 - Richmond, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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So now the Richmond Spread in terms of what the Richmond has to offer. I mean, what doesn't it have to offer?! Lots. But also lots to offer. It's like a smorgasbord board (thought it was spelled 'shmorgeous') of nearly all of SF. You've got Trad'r Sam's, the best tiki bar known to man (I'm biased.) You've got the best ramen known to man (I'm not biased.) You've got Cinderella's, Arsicault, Fiorella's, The Bitter End, Tommy's. You get the picture. The place is overflowing and yet empty, and I love it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Greatest Wednesday on Earth - Japanese Gardens, Golden Gate Park, SF - Oct 2018</td></tr>
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And now the Richmond Spread in terms of variety. The people don't fit into a type. There's families and college kids, young professionals and old winners. Not once have I thought, "Do all these people get their hair cut at the same place?" And I like that kind of a neighborhood. Keeps you grounded.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They Weren't Running Before This Photo - Golden Gate Park, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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Much like the people, the houses and architecture don't fit into a type either. There's Victorians mixed with...other styles. I'm not going to pretend to know architecture. But I will tell you, there are all sorts of houses mixed together. It's eclectic and not always cohesive. And, yep you guessed it, I love it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Photo of the Power Lines - Richmond, SF - Nov 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Camera Could Have Been Crooked - The Richmond, SF - December 2018</td></tr>
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So anyway, before I get too carried away, does anyone know of any apartments opening up? It's like I don't even live in SF.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast That Died and Went to Heaven - The Mission, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ornate, Who Me? - The Haight, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Holidays When You Live in a Van Down by the River - The Haight, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's a Damn Rooftop Right There - Duboce Park, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could Only Find One Paint Can - Duboce, SF - Dec 2018</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-4694949650562772862018-12-01T16:56:00.000-08:002018-12-01T16:56:09.491-08:00Yosemite and Lots of Words<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could the View Get Any Better? - Glacier Point - Yosemite, Day 1 - September 2018</td></tr>
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The thing about Yosemite you must never forget is that it does not have a free shuttle that'll take you around the park. Nope. Not even after you've backpacked roughly 15 miles in 3 days with over 6,000 feet elevation gain. Not even if your permit tells you to start at Glacier Point and end at Little Yosemite Valley. Not a chance. Don't even think about it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.<br />
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Glacier Point is the prettiest point I've ever stood and looked out. Okay, that might be an exaggeration because this is Earth and there are a lot of beautiful points. But I couldn't have asked for a prettier beginning. At Glacier Point, Half Dome stands proudly naked surrounded by its lesser friends, family and enemies (assuming of course that nature comes to life when we aren't looking as I was told as a child which resulted in me, sometimes even still, trying to sneak up on flowers to catch them talking to each other). Just look at it!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Couple of Nature-Loving Kiddos - Nevada Falls - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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Day1:<br />
After driving four hours, we were thrilled to begin. We started by hiking the Panorama Trail, which really lived up to its name—you know, panoramic. We saw four deer! One was clearly a teenager trying to be cool and hang at the back of the pack, a few hops behind the rest but actually just looked a bit lost. We camped at Illilouette Creek. That was a lovely campsite. We ate our dehydrated dinners by the creek (It was more like a river in my opinion.) Some of the guys had the best mac-n-cheese I've ever tasted. And then I went to sleep terrified bears would eat us while Ryan calmed me down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Butts - Panorama Trail - Yosemite, Day 1 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Up on Cripple Creek - Illilouette Creek - Yosemite, Day 1 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a Bridge View! - Illilouette Creek - Yosemite, Day 1 - September 2018</td></tr>
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Day 2:<br />
The next day we started at 9am to take on Half Dome. Our first stop was Nevada Falls. That place was damn pretty. It might have something to do with the horses that rode past right when we got to the top. But it also might have nothing to do with that and is just inherently spectacular. We then made our way to Backpackers Camp at the base of Half Dome. We ate lunch (delish PB&J roll ups) and left our packs to hike Half Dome. At this point, we're three miles in with three and a half more miles up and back and I'm wondering how I got myself into this but also really happy to be there. You know? So we hike up Half Dome and the views are wow. Being too terrified of dying, I hung at Quarter Dome while the guys did the ropes to the top. I took a nap while the guys were up there. They raved about the views. I raved about my nap. It worked out well. Gosh, everything was so beautiful. We all descended together, made dinner and relaxed by the river on the hammock. The campsite had toilets (!) where a sign informed us cougars had been around. Ha ha. But also scary. What a day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sure Hiked up a Hill for This Perspective - Panorama Trail - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vanna White Never Looked So Good - Nevada Falls - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You Come Here Often? - Nevada Falls - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quarter Dome - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nap Views - Quarter Dome - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching People More Brave Than I - Quarter Dome - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Down We Go - Half Dome Trail - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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Day 3:<br />
We hike down the four or so miles. The path was essentially a set of stairs for miles, which was a bit tough on the knees and quads of those who have little to no muscle mass from not working out for three months (me). In hindsight, I loved the rickety staircase that lead us down the mountain. At the time I was focused more on my legs not giving out. Once at the bottom, the shuttle stop bench was the most comfortable thing I had ever sat on. We planned to meet at a bar in a nearby town. But that was before we realized the shuttle wouldn't take us back to our car. It was either buy a tour bus pass for a tour two hours from then or hitchhike. There were six of us. We bought the last five tour passes and lunch and hoped the standby list wasn't wishful thinking. Luckily it wasn't. And bonus, the tour was super interesting. We got back to the car and headed home, stopping not for a beer but instead in Nowhere for dinner at Taco Bell before carrying on. It sure was nice to sleep in a bed that night.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shaky Legs and Joyful Hearts - Vernal Falls - Yosemite, Day 3 - September 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ryan, the World's Best Hiking Partner - Yosemite, Day 2 - September 2018</td></tr>
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Some Fun Bits:<br />
-I made Ryan and I bring too much food because I was terrified of being hungry. Smart right? Well no. It really just resulted in extra pack weight and lots of leftovers we didn't want to touch because that's all we had to eat for three days straight.<br />
-I almost cried twice from exhaustion, heat and out-of-shape-ness. But I was lucky enough to be with the best group who was supportive when necessary and not-noticing-a-thing when also necessary.<br />
-Snickers and Coca Cola are wonderful pre-hike snacks. And now that I think about it, they're wonderful after-hike snacks too.<br />
-I loved the trip so much. And I love reminiscing on it even more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glacier Point - Yosemite - September 2018</td></tr>
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I've been putting off writing this because I couldn't decide what words to pair with the ol' Yosemite—I didn't want to let it down. It's a place, I felt, that's far more for the eyes (and perhaps the lungs) than the paper. But in true Leah fashion, some written something is better than no written nothing. So, if there's any way to end this, it's to urge you all to GO! Go see it for yourself!Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-60784806101576653502018-09-08T09:50:00.002-07:002018-09-08T09:56:14.115-07:00Trust Your Gut<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who needs green grass? - My house - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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I've been a huge fan lately of killing time by writing 500-word short stories. This is especially convenient when I have little to do at work because I still appear to be working. Suckers! Convenient when your pass time is similar to your work time. This particular story came out of a writing challenge with my guy. My story is slightly morbid, but in a fun way. You know? The topic was Origin and the length was 500 words or less and the time with which to write it in was repeatedly extended and go!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meticulously placed rocks - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Landscaper came yesterday - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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The cookies showed up unannounced but not unwelcome. Cookies weren’t her favorite treat by any means, not even close. Apple cobbler, strawberry shortcake, her mom’s cheesecake, a cannoli, eclairs, ice cream sundaes, peach pie, and fruit tarts all came before any cookie on her list of favorite treats. This particular cookie, the classic chocolate chip, didn’t even come before shortbread, oatmeal cookies, raspberry thumbprints, madeleines, and frosted sugar cookies. She wondered how they became the classic treat to bequeath upon others. But, again, the cookies weren’t unwelcome.<br />
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With one hand on the door and one on the frame, she stared down at them lying uncomfortably squished and stacked onto a single red paper plate. Some cookies were no longer flat but more of a downhill slope after resting half on the edge of the plate. They should have let them cool first. </div>
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She noticed the stark contrast her West Elm jute doormat had against the cheap red paper and saran wrap loose and stuck to itself. As she picked up the heavy plate—they always weighed more than they appeared to—she had to remind herself it was a kind gesture, the cookies.<br />
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But kind as it was, the origin of the cookies themselves remained a mystery. What sort of person leaves cookies on another’s doorstep and doesn’t leave a note. It’ll be humiliating when a few weeks from now at a neighborhood barbecue she felt obligated to attend the bestower says in front of three other neighbors, “I hope you enjoyed the cookies!” And she’s left scrambling together a thank you three weeks late, and not in the proper fashion with a thank you card, for cookies that were probably made with frozen Nestle cookie dough.<br />
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But that wasn’t the only thing that worried her. If she didn’t know where the cookies came from, were they safe to eat? She wanted to eat them, of course, even if they weren’t among her favorites. The crispy on the outside and soft on the inside three-bite delight sprinkled with the perfect amount of chocolate chips, or were those chocolate chunks, to cookie ratio. The longer she looked, the more appetizing the cookies became.<br />
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She decided the origin of the cookies didn’t matter. It was a safe neighborhood after all. She unwrapped the plate like it was Christmas morning, tugging a bit too hard and a bit too fast—her eagerness getting the best of her.<br />
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Two bites in and her delight turned to repulsion. Something was very wrong. This was not how a chocolate chip cookie should taste. She looked closer and found it wasn’t a chocolate chip cookie at all but a snickerdoodle with walnuts(?). As her throat began to swell in allergic protest, she crumbled to the floor. The anaphylactic shock was setting in before she could reach help. So, there she lies on her itchy jute mat dreaming of all her favorite treats that would never leave her to perish on her own doorstep.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hide and Seek - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trees for bangs - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See ya later - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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I've taken up morning walks lately. Since moving to Salt Lake, I walk like 90% less than I did in SF. And not only did I feel unhealthy, antsy and just generally lazy, I also absolutely love walking and looking at my surroundings. So I decided to start walking in the mornings when it's actually cool enough out that I don't sweat my entire body weight of water. And there was a beautiful time period where I would say hi to a family of snails playing (or so I assumed) in the water of an early sprinkler, but they don't come out as much as they used to. Looks like I'm going insane. But seriously, have you seen a baby snail ride on the back of a larger snail?! Add it to the "To Do" list. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is the house crooked or am I? - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house not on a hill - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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The photos of the houses are the houses I see on my walks. They're all unique and beautiful in their own way. One house always has its front door open in the morning. Although I never see anyone in or around it. Another has two lab puppies they very trustingly let play freely in the front yard. And one has two plastic lawn chairs on the driveway where an old man and his wife sit and relax at the end of the day. I sometimes walk in the evenings too. That is how I know that detail.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lawn over living space - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lay low - Salt Lake City - Sept. 2018</td></tr>
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P.S. I'm returning to SF. I'll miss you Salt Lake houses. But also, where are all the people?</div>
Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-12407977587038920002018-05-07T09:48:00.000-07:002018-07-13T12:42:06.560-07:00Commuting and The Chaos that Follows<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Lost Coast - Day 1 - April 2018</td></tr>
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I wrote a story about my commute. I originally wrote the story for a writing prompt on ManRepeller — a fashion website turned all-things-life-in-general website. Spoiler alert: I did not win. The winning submission proved to be far more endearing and hopeful but most notably involves actually being on a train at the time, while mine mourns the loss of a beer as I wait at the bus stop. But, alas, I enjoy my story. You might too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Favorite River Crossing - The Lost Coast - Day 2 - April 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sheila the Wonder Pup - The Lost Coast - Day 3 - April 2018</td></tr>
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<u>The Screamer, The Sheriff and A Little Sumpin'</u><br />
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On my way home from work I turn a corner and stumble upon an altercation. A man in his mid-thirties and disheveled to the point of concern is holding a beer and screaming at a man a decade older dressed in an all-grey uniform complete with a sheriff’s badge. Screamer throws an arch of beer in the direction of Sheriff but most of it lands directly in my path. I pause and look over, gauging whether it’s safe to run-walk past. What strikes me is not Screamer, but the fact that the beer Screamer is wielding is a Lagunitas Little Sumpin’. <i>Good taste in beer,</i> I think to myself.<br />
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The two shift out of my path, providing me the perfect moment to sneak past. I, like most people on the sidewalk, have learned that the safest thing to do in these situations is to simply keep walking. I do just that and make my way to the nearby bus stop.<br />
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So there I stand with 30 other folks facing the road but looking to our left, watching as Screamer lunges toward Sheriff. Sheriff declares, “Now you’ve officially hit a member of law enforcement.” I find myself, somewhat shamefully, wondering, <i>Is Sheriff actually a sheriff? Do they wear grey? Did his badge look plastic? I feel like it looked plastic.</i><br />
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In response, Screamer throws his bottle of Little Sumpin’ on the ground. It shatters. I, again somewhat shamefully, think, <i>What a waste.</i><br />
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The altercation intensifies as if the sound of the shattering glass were the toll of a boxing ring bell. With two free hands, Screamer is more confident, throwing open-hand hits at Sheriff’s face. Sheriff attempts to grab Screamer and pin his arms down. When this doesn’t work, he throws Screamer on the floor. Screamer’s head smacks the sidewalk. There’s a collective inhale from the bus stop crowd. Screamer gets back up. There’s a relieved exhale.<br />
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I think to myself, <i>This is getting out of hand. I’ve gotta do something. Someone should do something.</i> A young professional steps between them. I think, <i>Oh my gosh, this man is a hero.</i> We can’t hear what he’s saying. He must be speaking low and calm. <i>That’s smart,</i> I think. But then Young Professional takes three large steps back and begins flexing, pumping his right fist. <i>Wait, is this guy kidding?, </i>I think.<br />
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Screamer has taken a new opponent. Sheriff appears relieved. Young Professional apparently decides it isn’t worth it and walks away. Screamer’s attention returns to Sheriff and the squabble continues.<br />
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Finally, after what feels like hours, the 5R arrives, and I board my bus. I turn around to get a last look at the men arguing and find Screamer is sitting calmly on the ground, legs spread in a forty-five-degree angle while Sheriff stands above him breathing deep.<br />
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I take a few deep breaths myself, letting my anxiety dissipate. And as the bus rolls on, I find myself, no longer shamefully, mourning the loss of a perfectly delicious Little Sumpin’.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sea Urchins Have Pretty Skeletons - The Lost Coast - Day 4 - April 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool Cats - The Lost Coast - Day 3 - April 2018</td></tr>
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The photographs that are delightfully separating blocks of text throughout this post are all from my backpacking trip down The Lost Coast. It was a four-day trip, 25 miles in length, with an incalculable amount of smiles. Walking through sand and loose rock for miles on end is no easy task. It's definitely exhausting. But as you can see, it's worth it visually speaking, and as you can't see, it's worth it physically speaking if you like that sort of exhaustion. The trip taught me a few things, including I can do "it," I can keep going, and that there's certainly truth to the concept, "The only way out is through." Keep ya head up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not a Bad Campsite - The Lost Coast - Day 2 - April 2018</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happiest Beer of my Life - The Lost Coast - Day 4 - April 2018</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-19401764498565982772017-04-16T19:29:00.003-07:002017-04-16T19:35:25.329-07:00Japannnnn and following your dreams<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kinkaku-ji AKA the Golden Pavilion (who knew) - Kyoto, Japan - February 2017</td></tr>
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A lot of rambling paired with some fun pics from Osaka, Kyoto (my favorite) and Tokyo. I did many fun, new, uncomfortably-wonderful, somewhat-exhausting, enjoyable things and went to many fun, awe-inspiring, centering, overwhelmingly-stimulating, unique places and talked with many fun, polite, kind, helpful, creative people. The trip was eye-opening, beautiful, cold, enormously-fun (Can fun be enormous?), too short, delicious (in terms of food) and dreamy. I pet an owl which was terrifying because I thought it'd bite me, sad because it was chained up and soft because duh. I ate lots of the best ramen I've ever had, onigiri at every meal and loads of sweet bread. I bought lots of souvenirs I sometimes stare at and remember where I got them and what was happening around me. I talked with people who were thrilled to meet us and excited to help us find our way and take photos that had all of us in them (Where's the button? Oh yeah, where it always is.) I drank lots of coffee made by the hippest people I've ever seen. I walked A LOT. I saw 10 story buildings covered to the top in one square inch ceramic tiles over and over and took photos of them over and over then dreamed aloud with Courtney about what color we would cover a house in — hers: cream/beige/grey, mine: indigo. I'm almost crying of joy thinking about all the things we did and how wonderful of a time we had.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Osaka, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was obsessed with their taxis. This was the most boring color of them all. - Osaka, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Courtney being her usual thug self - Osaka, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the few blossoms we were lucky enough to catch - Osaka, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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I urge you to get up, to get out, to go look out and up, to go looking at pretty things, things that you can't look away from. It's so easy to get stuck in the same routine. To look at the same things and not quite see them any longer. But they want to be seen just as much as you want to be seen. (Sometimes I get a bit frantic and worried about others missing the beauty around them. Forgive me.) These pretty things can be so inspiring — if not inspiring, then at least uplifting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top-notch, tour-guide Courtney and wising-I-had-a-warmer-jacket me - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tourists dressed as Geishas & tourists dressed as themselves - Yasaka Pagota - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that sign though! - Nishiki Market - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The prettiest pork bun there ever was, also the most delicious - Nishiki Market - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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I have taken up running again now that it's light out past five o'clock. Okay let me be clear, I jog, not run. I wish I ran, but perhaps someday. Anyway all this running, sorry, jogging, made me re-fall in love with San Francisco. I love all the green and the beautiful, highly-detailed homes and the crazy, amazing people.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yasaka Shrine from Gion - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me being me - Yasaka Shrine - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tiny one - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lit lanterns - Yasaka Shrine - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stone family - Arashiyama, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up in the Bamboo Forest - Arashiyama, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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A quote from the book I'm reading reads, "Keep your dreams, you never know when you might need them." And while the first time I read thought I thought it to be sad, I now see it as more beautiful than sad. Following your dreams is terrifying and I understand accidental and purposeful detours happen, so it's nice to know you can keep your dreams for later. They'll always be there, waiting for you. They can oftentimes be too patient.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fushimi Inari - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenny and Courtney being fun - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Refreshing and uplifting, also ginormous - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch half-eaten - Arashiyama, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fushimi Inari - Kyoto, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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On the other hand, for those who have followed their dreams, we all know the road can be a hell of a ride, and not always the thrilling sort. Keeping your dreams safe allows you to refer back to why and how you got here in the first place, which gets you to persist. I have no idea why I seem to feel road/driving metaphors are naturally associated with dreams. Will the world ever know?!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some cool shop - Tokyo, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tokyo, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Space ship, just kidding - Tokyo, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casual stroll in Shinjuku - Tokyo, Japan - Feb 2017</td></tr>
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Some fun facts:<br />
I still wish everyone I love could live in the same place.<br />
I've been eating a lot of roasted veggies lately — like so many I'm afraid I'll turn into one.<br />
There's been so much to fight for lately; it can be very exhausting.<br />
Dishwashing gloves are highly underrated.<br />
Sparkling water makes every day better.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ceramic tile city - Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan - March 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tokyo, Japan - March 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sun came out for our last day - Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan - March 2017</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twins drinking beers on Route 66 - Cheers to the last day - Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan - March 2017</td></tr>
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<br />Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-42831442670324258612016-08-29T19:28:00.000-07:002016-08-29T20:16:10.558-07:00Love and deep dish pizza<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lexington—one hell of a place - August 2016</td></tr>
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<span class="s1">Here goes something. </span>My mind has slowly become occupied by work and work alone. I’ve had to make an extra effort to make life balance out with work. Maybe that's growing up, maybe it's not. I couldn't tell ya. But it truly is amazing the effect paying more attention to life can have on your overall well being. Not sure where I'm going with this so moving on.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"If you don't have food, get out of my way!" - August 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're welcome for the breakfast - August 2016</td></tr>
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I visited my sister and brother in Kentucky this past weekend and it was wonderful and fun and filled with love and relaxing and sunny and centering. I met my nephew who will be 3 months old tomorrow. It's remarkable the moment you first hold someone so small and so vulnerable that all you want to do is protect him from all the harm in the world while enveloping him with love.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"So what do you think of string theory?" - August 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love him. - August 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August 2016</td></tr>
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A conversation I had on my trip got me thinking. Not everyone finds their path within the same timeframe. It's okay if it takes a bit longer or a bit shorter than the others. It's okay if it takes a lot longer or a lot shorter than the others. Just please remember to keep exploring, keep discovering. Do things that scare you because it is in those activities you find what comforts you. You find your thing. You find your path. And when you find your thing, don't be afraid to admit it — to speak about it to all who will listen. (Not everyone will listen and that's okay because not everyone is interested, which is also okay.) Don't give up. Who are we to think we should anyway?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunset run - August 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A room with a view - July 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fairest of them all - July 2016</td></tr>
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<span class="s1">So here we are, in a state of chaos. Seriously though, what in the hades is going on with the world. (I put a period at the end of that sentence because I answered it the sentence preceding it.) I went to a concert a bit ago for a friend’s bday (It was tons of fun. My early to sleep and early to rise behavior is to blame for me almost falling asleep before 10pm while standing up.) and the opening act started a chant of:</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I am!”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“You are!”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“They’re the same thing.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I was blown away. Can you say impactful and honest and thought-provoking? Sometimes I get somewhat hopeless with the way people treat each other and that chant was the most amazing reminder that there are people out there with hearts larger than a deep-dish pizza and how could I forget. Please, everyone, remember to be kind and respectful to others no matter how similar or different they are. And please remember to treat others well even when you don't feel others treat you well.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robes and tongue faces - July 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fam bam thank you mam - July 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun and friends and Seattle - August 2016</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some I just finished. Some I just started. - August 2016</td></tr>
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<span class="s1">I leave you with a list of things I am thankful for:</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- My bed and its continuous coziness</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- My friends and family for being wonderful and amazing and extraordinary</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- My all-terrain slippers for carrying me to places in comfort</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- Books for showing me what's possible</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- Salads for making my lunches what they are, and m</span>y salad jar for holding said lunches</div>
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- Airplanes and co for getting me places faster</div>
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- William's Sonoma grapefruit soap and lotion for making my hands clean and moisturized while smelling marvelous</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gasworks with Buckles - Photo by Kate Starr - August 2016 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ferry is still my favorite form of transportation - July 2016</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-27037926514229851612016-06-27T20:26:00.001-07:002016-06-27T20:26:48.757-07:00Don't mind me, just being sappy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was windy. We were happy. - June 2016 - SF</td></tr>
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<br />I got to spend the weekend with my best friend of them all Natalie, I haven't seen her in a year. A whole year. I still can't believe it. And yet, as they say, it was like we were never apart. There's something amazing about best friendships, how the bond never seems to fade, they understand and accept you better than anyone. Life will take you in different directions, and yet the love and friendship live on. Sometimes we both forget to give each other a call for an entire month if not longer, but people get busy, we understand. I know if I needed anything in the world, she'd be there for me. And isn't that amazing. It seems I will be perpetually shocked by how amazing people can be. You'd think I'd get used to it by now, but I don't think I ever will. And not for any bad reason, just sometimes people forget.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheers to great times with great friends - Mike, Natalie and I - June 2016 - SF</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fog over the river - May 2016 - Camping in Gualala, CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HBD Monica - May 2016 - Gualala, CA</td></tr>
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<br />I'm the sappiest of them all, aren't I. I'll blame it on the glass of red wine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty view of the water, get it? - May 2016 - Gualala, CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Courtney and I smiling for miles - May 2016 - Gualala, CA</td></tr>
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<br />Fun can be terribly exhausting. I think I'm finally learning how to live. That of course sounds dramatic, let me explain. I have always very much loved solitary activities (e.g., reading, writing) and I tended to neglect the social activities because the fun there was inconsistent. But lately I've seemed to be saying yes more often than not, and it's made such a difference. There's something wonderful about being exhausted from laughing your head off with your friends. Well exhausted simultaneously from that and working hard at a job you love.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flying books - Broadway/Columbus - SF</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? - Not my car - June 2016 - SF</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hannah and the biggest bougainvillea - June 2016 - NOPA, SF</td></tr>
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<br />Life lessons I've learned over the years that bum me out:<br />
1. Bad things really do happen to good people, and for absolutely no reason whatsoever.<br />
2. Love doesn't always turn out as you hoped it would.<br />
Life lessons I've learned over the years that bring me joy:<br />
1. If you show kindness, it will almost always be appreciated and/or reciprocated.<br />
2. It's important to give others the benefit of the doubt because there's so much people don't say out loud.<br />
Of course each of the lessons from each of the categories have a flip side equally true.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Prettiest place for a yummy sandwich - June 2016 - SF</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somewhere off the highway up north - May 2016 - CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My poems on display at work during design week - June 2016 - SF</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-42849842139609247332016-05-11T20:20:00.002-07:002016-05-17T13:51:37.470-07:00Commuting—and the encounters in-between. It's a working title.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The prettiest of houses - SF - March 2016</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hello friends and/or loved ones. Are you feeling well? I hope smiles have been in abundance upon your faces lately. San Francisco is still San Francisco. The sidewalks are grimy as ever, the foggy mornings have rolled in, and the price of everything seems to go up each day. But also, the sidewalks are filled with music from street performers a block or two away, the foggy mornings have rolled in, and the best times are always spent buying nothing at all.</span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ferry is the greatest form of transportation ever invented</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I moved recently away from the Haight/Ashbury area and into the Marina area, a whole different crowd of folks I'll tell ya. So here are a couple of vignettes of encounters with some interesting folk from my old commute.</span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A quote at the bus stop, just in case you forget</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Ladybug and the Potential Financial Planner</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">My bus comes when I’m a little too far away to casually walk and make it, so I run for it even though another bus will likely come in the next ten minutes. There is one open seat left and it’s next to a kind-looking man who seems a bit off. I sit, I pull out my book as per usual, he waves to me even though we’re sitting right next to each other. I glance up and wave back. He asks what I’m reading.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“A novel,” I reply.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Oh! I love novels. I’m reading Brave New World and The Jungle,” he responds with more enthusiasm than I thought possible when informing someone you’re casually reading Brave New World and The Jungle.</span></span></div>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I respond with oh cool and look down to continue reading. He taps me on the shoulder.</span></span><br>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Wanna hear a joke?”</span></span><br>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Sure.”</span></span><br>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“What did the ladybug say to the fly?”</span></span><br>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Uhh... I don’t know. What?”</span></span><br>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Don’t bug me!”</span></span><br>
<span style="line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I laugh because what a genuinely great joke. A classic really. He then informs me that he used to work downtown at one of the big finance buildings. I say cool because finance doesn’t interest me but wanted to remain polite. I look down to continue reading, and he waves at me again.</span></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Do you think if I were to write down my number, you could write down yours, and we could exchange them, and maybe call each other sometime?” He asks with admirable confidence.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“No, I’m sorry,” I reply with the smile and slightly furrowed brow you give when letting someone down.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">He says, “Oh okay okay, no problem!” And scoots a little further away.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A couple minutes pass and he taps the girl in front of me, when she turns around he waves at her. She waves back. He asks her if she wants to hear a joke and she says sure.</span></span></div>
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“What did the ladybug say to the fly?”</span></span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foggy day by the bay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some friends and some buildings soaking up the sun</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br></span></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The UFC fighter</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was walking to the bus stop with my coworker when we start gaining on a younger man wearing only shorts. No shirt. No shoes. And wielding a lead pipe. The man was also screaming and yelling at something unknown. He was so angry that a block radius had begun to clear surrounding him. So as you might have guessed, it had become pretty damn scary.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">He was swinging his pipe at brick walls, trash cans, really any stationary object in sight. A comfort in a sense because maybe that meant if we kept moving, he wouldn’t hit us with it. At this point he’s been steadily walking in front of us in the same direction as us with a block of distance between us. We’re on edge, but still feel relatively okay.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">But then he stops. He stops and instead begins walking in wide, surprisingly-perfect circles that take up the whole sidewalk. My coworker and I cross the street through traffic at this point because we’re not crazy enough to walk past him and test out my theory that since we're moving he won't hit us. And we leave the man to his yelling.</span></span></div>
<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The next evening we’re walking to the bus after work and the same man is fast asleep in a sleeping bag next to a restaurant that’s always closed. No lead pipe in sight. Glad to see he found something warm at least.</span></span></span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fog filled city - SF - March 2016</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Commuting can be interesting, but it can also be damn funny. Carry on.</span></span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh yeah, I cut my hair and I love it</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-44940848307951341162016-01-02T19:50:00.002-08:002016-01-02T19:56:01.693-08:00The Sunshine in California Ain't No Joke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sorry for the hiatus, been living life. That's the goal in life right? To be living it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For those who prefer things to the point. I<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">'ve been working and sleeping and eating and having fun. For those who prefer more detail in the things they read, carry on with me.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Only Evidence of Fall in SF - December 2015</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beach Front Property in Sausalito</td></tr>
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My job is more than I could have hoped to have found. I am a copywriter at a creative agency called Butchershop where we put a lot of meat into our ideas then grill them up right nice. I get to write for a living! How incredibly thrilling. Everyone I work with is brilliant in their own way with creativity coming out their ears. It's an amazing environment in an amazing place. And I'm beyond thrilled if you couldn't tell.<br />
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My younger sister, Bobo, came in town a few weeks back for my company Christmas party. We drank. We danced. We laughed. We laughed some more. The next day we packed as many San Francisco tourist activities into one day while taking public transit. The public transit aspect sounds like it was a challenge we decided to take on, but was mostly because we're poor and I have a monthly bus pass. She got to experience a guy threatening to fight another guy on a crowded bus–a spacious place to have a fight. We went to Golden Gate Park, Haight/Ashbury (where I live on the corner of the street, just kidding I live in an apartment), Fisherman's Wharf, Lombard Street, saw the Golden Gate and the Bay Bridge from afar, and ended at Magnolia, a small batch chocolate shop in the Mission. It was super fun.<br />
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I was also able to go home for Christmas and spend time with my family in a house with so much food! Seriously, there were Doritos and bagels and steak galore. There was also some wonderfully historical conversation with family members. To put it really creatively and well thought out, I like old shit. Bobo, Mom and I went ice skating outside in Las Vegas. It was great. We also played with the train for hours on end when the kids I babysat in Salt Lake came to visit my family for a few days. We also had milk shakes, m&ms, pizza, built some bears at Build a Bear, and drank some serious cocktails.<br />
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I spent most of New Year's Eve laying in bed watching Netflix. You'd think I was sponsored by Netflix by now because of how much I talk about it. Plot twist, I'm not. In the evening one of my friends had a New Year's party that was loads of fun with a cherry on top. There were hats and kazoos and snacks and drinks and music and dancing. Everyone was dressed to the nines and smiles filled the room like oxygen. Thanks to my mom for letting me wear her dress from the '90s. And thanks Scott Lindemann for bring the camera.<br />
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Really life is just wonderful right now. To all my friends and family elsewhere, I miss you guys so much and come visit me in San Francisco!! I promise people hardly ever threaten to fight others on buses.</div>
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One of my favorite places to walk around in San Francisco is around upper Fillmore and I know that may come off as pretentious or something since its a nicer part of town, but sue me. My parents lived here while they were in dental school and they both had apartments in that area which probably has something to do with my affinity toward it. I was talking with a friend the other day and she said something along the lines of how so many factors play into the reason we like a certain place, it could have been a nice day or we had something else that happened that made us happy and it all sort of translates into that place. Aside from all of that, you hit a point on Fillmore where its like you're going to walk off a cliff the hill gets so steep. There are stairs in the middle of the sidewalk and the most beautiful view of the bay.<br />
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My favorite bookshop is near Haight and Ashbury so you have to brave the questionable folk to get to it, but boy is it marvelous. It's called the Booksmith and it's as if they seek to have only the prettiest book covers of all, none of that 'movie based on the book' bullshit.<br />
My friend and I went and explored the Sutro Baths, which used to be bath houses in in the late 1800s and early 1900s. It looks to me like it was essentially a huge building with swimming pools. However, all thats left are the ruins of the pools and some other random structures.<br />
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Also guess who got a job, probably a lot of people, but one of them is in fact me. Let's all celebrate!<br />
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Things I've noticed about San Francisco so far:<br />
1. Your feet get dirty walking around in flip flops. How, I don't quite understand.<br />
2. Avoid that one church where homeless people pee on the sidewalk.<br />
3. Walking everywhere is fun, makes viewing the beautiful architecture easier.<br />
4. It's not a myth that California people are really into wine.<br />
5. What are seasons?<br />
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-40633099776728265612015-10-08T12:29:00.000-07:002015-10-08T12:29:23.443-07:00New Places, New Faces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've said, "Adios!" to caution and thrown it to the wind (who managed one outstanding catch by the way) and I'm on a new adventure. I feel a combination of scared and excited. Scared because I don't really have any solid plans apart from moving to San Francisco with a couple suitcases and a lot of hope. Excited because I'm going in the direction of my dreams and I can now buy wine at a grocery store.<br />
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While I'm doing something far newer and far more different (although I have been here before so it's not that new and it's different, but not that different) than where I was, I am grateful I have so many people incredibly willing to help in all ways, shapes and forms. So many people have come forward to help me in my search for a home, job, new friends and/or fun. Even more to wish me luck, tell me they believe in me and/or say they know I'll achieve my dreams. By damned if that doesn't take your fears and transform them into hope I don't know what will. Aren't people just the greatest?<br />
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Obviously new places and following your dreams and all that is hard, lonely, and disconcerting. It can also cause you to question your sanity, your belief in yourself and other people. However, my mom said, "Remember you're where you want to be and everything will work out," and ain't that the truth.<br />
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A few things I've noticed about San Francisco so far:<br />
1. People like to throw random objects on the sidewalk instead of in the garbage, e.g. cassette tapes, couches sans cushions.<br />
2. Some people can be their own friends.<br />
3. The buildings are beautiful, I didn't even notice all the garbage for awhile because I was always looking up.<br />
4. Sidewalks smell like pee sometimes, even when you see no visible evidence of it.<br />
5. Walking up hills is hard, but then you go downhill.<br />
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-77318853415521739872015-09-01T16:22:00.002-07:002015-09-01T16:22:11.376-07:00Honey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last weekend I went to the launch event for an organization called Honey. Their goal is to stop the silence around sexual assault as well as change public attitude toward it, and they're doing all of this through sharing their own stories among other things. The courage and strength to stand up and talk publicly about something so heartbreaking and emotionally damaging is incredibly impressive to me. I was so proud of everyone and everything that I lost words to express it. The event was fun and sad and moving and wonderful. I was elated that so many people who in varying degrees have experienced sexual assault or known someone who has experienced it came together to celebrate Honey's goals. There were also some seriously delicious desserts on the dessert table which is something to celebrate in and of itself.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you'd like to learn more about Honey, check it out <a href="http://thetasteofhoney.org/#stopthesilence" target="_blank">here</a>. They have an indiegogo campaign to raise money for sexual assault education and advocacy, <a href="https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/honey-org-sexual-assault-education-and-advocacy#/story" target="_blank">here</a> you can watch their video and donate. Basically these chicks rock and need your support.</div>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-52865116019355810682015-08-28T10:02:00.000-07:002015-08-28T10:30:27.407-07:00Go You!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That time I went jogging as the sun was setting - July 2015</td></tr>
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Here's the thing, you've got to believe in yourself. And damn is that hard sometimes because of all the amazing people out there, but you're amazing too. And sometimes the people you want support from don't seem to want to give it, so you support yourself, pep-talk yourself. And I know it's much harder to take your own word for it than others, but you've got to because look at all you've done and how far you've come. And pat yourself on the back because, I repeat, you're amazing too. And and and. While those sentences are atrocious grammatically, I like to think I'm taking Picasso's advice when he said, "Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist." Yes, I realize I just called myself both a pro and an artist, but I'm trying to believe in myself and all that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The time I wrote a blog post on the beach in Koh Phi Phi, Thailand - December 2013</td></tr>
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Growing up is terrifying. I've said that before and I imagine I'll say it again. Sometimes I overestimate my bravery and think with all of my life experiences what else is there to be afraid of. Classic young person, right? Honestly, without fear and challenges, how boring would life be? So here I am, partially terrified, partially thrilled and partially wanting pizza.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"If I were a tree, I'd live next to those two trees," said my dad about two totally different trees - October 2014</td></tr>
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Along other lines, here are a few quotes from kids lately that I've had to figure out how best to answer.<br />
"Sweating is good for you, you know? It makes you have muscles."<br />
"Did you know that in some states you can marry your brother."<br />
"Leah, not everything has a soul right?"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from above, but not really - August 2015</td></tr>
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Due to my minimal work schedule, I've had some free time to participate in things I don't normally do. Well I probably had the time when I worked more, but you know how it goes. Anyway I've been part of some socially conscious events and it's been so great! I don't often talk about these things because of aggressive opinions (that people have the right to have), but it's made me happy to show others I care and I'm rooting for them.<br />
Don't forget to take care of yourself and I'm not solely referring to taking a shower (but for the love of humanity, please shower too).<br />
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I would like to say thank you to a few things here at the end.<br />
1. Thank you chickens for providing me with breakfast most mornings.<br />
2. Thank you family for letting me live rent-free while I figure out my life.<br />
3. Thank you Netflix for providing me with seemingly endless entertainment.<br />
4. Thank you friends for keeping me laughing and sane at the same time.<br />
5. Thank you water softener for softening water.<br />
6. Thank you kids I babysit for keeping me on my toes, figuratively.<br />
7. Thank you mom and dad for calling me in the car on bluetooth so I can feel like I'm in two places at once.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smiles and Beers - Thanks Bobo for the photo - May 2015</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-87258696185520873502015-08-18T11:34:00.003-07:002015-08-19T19:54:28.886-07:00Fighting Your Unemployment With Fun<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheyanne came to visit - Red Butte Concert</td></tr>
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Guys job hunting is so much fun. You get to scour the internet for hours and beg people to hire you and then never hear back from the majority of them. And repeat. Like hello hiring managers, you're missing some serious potential! Or at least that's what I keep telling myself because job hunting can be very discouraging. Although it can bum me out, I'm thrilled to at least know what it is I want to do. A year ago I wasn't sure, which made applying for jobs immeasurably more difficult. Now, however, since I know what I want to do, I have less uncertainty in what to apply for and more just flat out rejection. But a little rejection is good for you, right? Builds character and all that crap. Forgive my choice of words, e.g. crap. It's important to keep on keeping on.<br>
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So here I am, trying to enjoy being jobless, but not enjoying it that much. I have had a good deal of fun doing summer activities like swimming and skateboarding and outdoor concerts. It seems when a lot of people are at an uncertain point in their life, they can certainly find ways to have fun because fun is saving us all.<br>
Wish me luck in achieving my dreams folks!<br>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-48223816666735911162015-07-26T16:08:00.001-07:002015-07-26T16:10:43.766-07:00Chicago Coming in Hot and Humid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last weekend I took a trip to Chicago and guess what my new favorite city is, yes it's Chicago! The people are so great, the food is delicious and the buildings are in abundance. Also maybe I'm an idiot or maybe I'm from the west and no one tells you small aspects of cities further away, but Chicago has a beach! Like wait best all around city in the world.<br />
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The first night I got there I took the cta to my hotel and now looking back I realize how unnecessary my fear of finding my hotel was because this is the real world and there are smart phones and people to ask for directions. So I found it (obviously) and it was amazing!<br />
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On Friday I went to the Art Institute of Chicago and it was really hot and humid, but absolutely beautiful out. The museum was amazing, filled with masterpieces abound.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joan Mitchell, City Landscape</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claude Monet, Water Lilies</td></tr>
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I had a chicago dog for lunch which was just so dang good. Even though by this time I felt like a local (in other words, not needing my maps very often), I found I was totally not a local because I should have gotten the Italian beef. You live and you learn.<br />
That night I tried Lou Malnati's, a highly recommended pizza restaurant and while I was waiting for my order I chatted with this great group of people also waiting to be seated. Firstly they had some serious rims on their car. Secondly their 4 year old Jason was one hell of a guy. The dad started talking to me about Utah Jazz players and I tried to act like I knew what he was talking about because I wanted to look cool, of course. Anyway this story goes to further exemplify how great the people are there, if you couldn't tell.<br />
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Saturday I spent roaming the city with local legend and tour guide Ben Hannon. Its just the best city to walk around in. I looked up and saw the Willis Tower from the ground because the line was 45 hours long to go to the top, but it looked pretty tall. Instead we went to the Hancock building and got the 360 view on top which was super cool. Not only did I see several roof top pools, but also the beach!! Really I am still so shocked and thrilled there's a beach in Chicago.<br />
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My girl Natalie Sweeney drove down for Saturday night and we enjoyed the hotel's complementary wine hour that preceded an awesome pizza dinner and more wine. Best friends catching up, how can that not be fun? When we returned from dinner, Ben and his friends met up with us at the hotel for drinks on the roof then going out to the bars. I can't speak for all of them, but I had such a great time.<br />
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I have deemed Chicago the greatest city in the U.S. and well if you go there I'm positive you'll feel the same. The culture is live with art, music and food and really who doesn't love all of those things immensely? I dream of living there as soon as possible.<br />
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-4797943673506066102015-07-09T18:17:00.001-07:002015-07-09T18:25:09.617-07:00Where to Begin<div>
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This picture hides perfectly that moments ago I was crying out of fear.</td></tr>
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Where to begin, or even to begin at all. Pretty much been my thought each time I've sat down to blog it up. But begin I shall!<br />
Life can be immeasurably heartbreaking, but it can also be just as heartwarming. A side note I feel is important to mention. This thought of mine stemmed from reading a book I've started (and read about half of today already). It is just brilliant and has been described as something of a "beach read" should anyone be interested in said things its called <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i> by Maria Semple.<br />
While not much has happened since the last time I posted (I'm so sorry for the neglect), some things certainly have. This is the real world after all. Surprised? No way. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks Dad for the coolest tubes ever.</td></tr>
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I've done some more writing at work and sat in on some strategic meetings and participated in others. There is also now an espresso machine at work which is super exciting and delicious, but has caused some serious jittering and spazy movements (you might be confused thinking something along the lines of, "Wait, aren't you always like that?" and I would respond with, "Not to this extent."). Now for the general crowd pleasers!</div>
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No Last Call, best bar in Salt Lake</td></tr>
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Some friends have gone away, some friends have stayed. While this can be one of the more tragic things in life, friends are forever (if you want it). The other day I became somewhat stressed out and I couldn't identify the origin until a couple days later. With some friends leaving paired with me moving onto different parts in my life, I was so afraid I'd lose contact with people I cared for immeasurably that I panicked. Then I realized that losing contact with people is something I have complete control over. It is all on me (and maybe them a little) and thats a bit overwhelming, but also so wonderful! There are so many things in life that we don't always have control over, so when we do, what a great thing that is.</div>
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Summer is upon us and with it came some serious heat and some even more serious fun. Camping and grilling and dancing and swimming and music and friends, you know the usual. On a partially related note, if you come across any absorbent coasters please be sure to let me know, my cocktails are sweating just as much as I am these summer days and I really can't take them ruining the wood of my table.<br />
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Sometimes I feel old and some of my friends who are even younger than me have said the same and I know it sounds crazy, but it made me wonder why we do so. Of course I would sit and contemplate something like that, like what? As expected I didn't come up with anything because who could, but I did decided I wouldn't for a second go back. Not because I didn't enjoy portions of it more than I could possibly explain, but because theres so much ahead and so many things left to do and live and say and feel. Even if it were the end, I'm not sure I would feel any differently because the past holds with it certain times that are nothing less than perfect, but if they happened again it just wouldn't be the same. And I love that, how each experience is its own and you have to take it all in because that's all you'll get of it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Nona lets take a picture!" "Why?"<br />
Pretty much the gist of things with my mini best friend.</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-72268587666112084962015-05-18T11:50:00.001-07:002015-05-18T11:51:02.291-07:00Failure, A Saving Grace.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The amazing street art outside my building. I just love street art!</td></tr>
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Guess who got herself something of a dream internship. The chances of you (reader) guessing the right person are fairly high, but I'll give it up anyway. I did! I am now copywriting intern at Write On Network. I absolutely love it. The work is challenging and, therefore, that much more rewarding. There is a wide variety of clientele allowing me to gain just the sort of experience I was hoping for. My bosses are also the kindest most helpful women who also have great style, which I think is important. We work in a super creative space that's a restored warehouse. There are several different companies who share the general space and each of us have our own little work area. So many creative minds in one place is intoxicating. My boss also offers me snacks and beverages every day which was a huge thing for me.<br />
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"Easy reading is damn hard writing" - Nathaniel Hawthorne </td></tr>
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If it wasn't obvious by my description how happy I am to be pursuing my writing career, well then maybe reread that last paragraph because it doesn't get more descriptive than that, for me at least.<br />
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In the end it was failure that saved me. It still shocks me that had I not experienced one of my greatest fears, I would not be in this amazing place I am now. Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young once said, "We never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do." And while failure can sometimes be easy (I mostly think it comes from a lack of trying mixed with just the right amount of carelessness), it can also be earth shattering. However, in the cheesiest way possible, sometimes what you need the most is your earth shattered to make you realize just what path you truly want to take. When every possible path seems equally difficult to achieve, its far easier to decide which one you actually would put all your effort into.</div>
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Spend your money on what you love my friends.</td></tr>
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If you'd like to read the interview about me on Write On Network's blog, click <a href="http://www.writeonnetwork.com/blog/writers-in-our-network-lifelong-learner-leah-saycich/" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-8946361710213535362015-05-11T20:20:00.000-07:002015-05-11T20:20:35.488-07:00A Mexican themed week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And holy smokes what a week its been. Not only was it Cinco de Mayo (one hell of a holiday in my books), my sister and several of my friends graduated. I'm so proud of them. I remember graduating and thinking it wasn't anything special, but it certainly is recent graduates and don't think anything otherwise.<br />
So Cinco de Mayo was pretty jam packed. I had my first day of my new copywriting internship (which I love and will tell you all more about soon enough). I also had to nanny some little kids who I absolutely adore. During my break between interning and nannying I dropped my sister off at our friends house to begin the Cinco de Mayo party and boy did that get me excited for what I could actually participate in come 6:00 pm. If I told you I didn't count down the hours until then, I'd be one heck of a liar.<br />
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If you've read any of my other posts you'll know how I feel about friends, food and fun. If you haven't read my other posts (maybe get on that, they're funny and interesting), I love all of those things immensely. That is exactly what the celebration consisted of. Yes, it rained. No, we didn't mind (much). There were yard games and cervezas and eventually some borrachos eating nachos. I can't think of a Cinco de Mayo I didn't enjoy. I also attempted to speak Spanish at one point which ended in me humiliating myself, but I did succeed in getting others to speak Spanish which I love listening to. So winner winner chicken dinner would probably be me.<br />
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Graduation weekend was super fun. All of my family came out to visit and we celebrated and ate until we couldn't eat anymore and then we ate some more. What a wonderful time it is to see folks you haven't seen in awhile and just simply be together enjoying each others company. Its like something out of a story. I also had the privilege of meeting some of my friends parents that were so kind and eager to listen to your story. How nice it is to be heard. We drank some beverages, ate some cake and marveled at bouquets cut from the garden.<br />
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Talking to all the graduates made me remember just how terrifying graduation can be. So many 'what do I do now?'s and I wanted to reassure each person who felt this way that they would be okay, everything would work itself out. However, that is the sort of thing that doesn't bring much reassurance because its only truly realized after the fact. Nonetheless, I did my best to express just how proud I was of each and everyone of them, its not always expressed enough.<br />
Anyway, so its essentially summer. I pretty much deem it summer when I start sweating on a regular basis. So I can't wait to spend some time doing all the outdoor things I just love. I hope all of you are getting out there as well!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad, Bobo and Uncle John happy as clams eating some Mexican food</td></tr>
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Just wonderful people!</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-50194065143628293902015-05-04T11:53:00.002-07:002015-05-04T11:54:02.148-07:00The Pizza That Brings The People Together<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So the other day, after a last minute text message, I jumped off the couch I had been laying on since I don't know when (just kidding, it was like 20 minutes) and ran to my car because of how thrilled I was to finally see the house my best friend from high school had bought in this crazy city of Salt Lake. While the reality of the situation was far less dramatic, for instance I have only run to my car once that I could remember and that was because I thought I was late, the thrill I had was still there. A little background I suppose?<br />
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Jessica (or Yarm as she is known frequently and in my case most commonly) and Matt are that really cool couple who toured Eastern Europe together and went just about everywhere one could hope to go and while doing so took amazingly beautiful photos and wrote a blog I actually very much wanted to read which doesn't happen often. They have a golden retriever named Lola that is actually more of a model than anyone I know, yet she has no idea of her beauty, well maybe a little in that everyone loves her and she loves that. And Matt's alter ego, Jeano, makes the worlds BEST wood fired pizza, that they share far and wide like the kind souls they are.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The prosciutto, pear and fresh mozzarella!<br />
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This night I also had the privilege of seeing my other best friend from high school also named Jessica, yes sometimes it got confusing, and her fiancé Alex. They are v perfect for each other.<br />
('v': a term translated closely to mean 'very' that Alex is plaguing the english language with.)<br />
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This is a special shot because Matt actually had a moment to eat some of the pizza he slaves over.</td></tr>
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Not only was I able to have my favorite Jeano's, but they also had some tasty appetizers, excellent conversation and homemade cinnamon infused lemonade. Oh shoot there was also a most delectable oatmeal chocolate chip cookie that my stomach understandably made room for after like a hundred pieces of pizza. I can't remember how many times I've said this because I have a horrible memory, but I absolutely love food and it makes me so happy to share meals with people. The meals can be anything from extravagant steak dinners at my dads favorite casino to the time my friends and I ate yogurt and plastic bottled wine for dinner on our last night in Paris because we ran out of money.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The model who maybe moved as I was taking the picture and doesn't normally have a blur for a nose</td></tr>
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And now as I sit in my dungeon-like basement room on my (terribly comfy) bed I think how wonderful friends, including all of you of course duh, transform nights of expected couch lounging into something far more social and far more fun and I just love that!<br />
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Disclaimer: I'm in no way knocking couch lounging, a favored pastime of mine.<br />
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Disclaimer #2: Really drink in that exclamation mark I just used because they don't happen very often.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who would I be without a blurry picture of a dog licking my face</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-78643664140197094442015-04-27T12:40:00.000-07:002015-04-27T12:40:55.965-07:00Hobbies Shmobbies<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I was a kid I thought Snap Dragons talked to each other when you weren't looking.</td></tr>
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Exploring hobbies one hobby at a time. While my favorite hobby will probably always be drinking cocktails with my wonderful friends chatting, I've been searching for (and finding) new and fun ways to spend my time. To name a few: sewing, skateboarding and (fake) painting. Of course some of my hobbies like reading, writing and drinking cocktails remain and take up a significant amount of my time, I've had so much damn fun with these new things. With the fun has come some obvious frustration, but whats fun without frustration?! Here's what I've come to learn about some of these things.<br />
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Sewing: once I relearned how my sewing machine worked from the guide book and recalling things my mom taught me, I found its pretty damn simple. Obviously I'm not a seamstress or able to do just about anything I want (like my pro sewing mom), but it's certainly something everyone can learn if they want to. It'll take patience though and you'll have to be able to fear not the prick of a needle when you least expect it.</div>
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Skateboarding: I've just started to pick it up again. It's definitely something that the opinions of others can keep you from trying. Don't let their opinions get you down though, most people are actually quite supportive. Anyway it's so much fun and I'm super excited to improve. Sure I'm not a boy and super impressive, but honestly my goal isn't to be a boy and super impressive anyway so we're good. It doesn't hurt to have a best friend who also wants to test out the waters of this crazy thing called skateboarding, that way you two (or 3 or 4) can bond together and throw caution to the wind and all those other clichéd statements. One of the more thrilling aspects of said hobby is I get to meet and hang with so many new people and some I know, but don't see as often.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Natalie will probably win best dressed skater chick.</td></tr>
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Painting: yeah you guys already know, I bought a paint by numbers and it's sort of difficult for my shaky hands (I have a tremor), but it's cool and fun and calming and I wouldn't really call it painting and it's taking awhile and its going to be so pretty and and and.</div>
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Reading: it'll save your life. Okay that's a bit intense, I know. But it's my favorite thing to do. Naturally that makes me seem somewhat boring and quiet, which sometimes I am, but it also allows me to live thousands of lives in addition to mine and thats something I just love more than I can perhaps put into words. I would love to one day write a novel, but I have yet to get to the point where as Toni Morrison put it, "If there's a book you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."<br />
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Drinking cocktails and chatting with friends: I haven't learned a thing about it other than its a wonderful way to spend time. It often brings with it laughter which I can say is one of the more thrilling pastimes I have encountered in my somewhat short life. Also its not dictated by the weather which is a huge perk.<br />
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Exploring new hobbies is, I think, very important. It helps to remind you what you're capable of and sometimes what you aren't. In the end what I like most about exploring hobbies are the people I have unintentionally and unexpectedly become closer to. There are so many people out there and its often difficult to bond when there isn't a clear common ground, but these things have provided me with some new common ground. Alright back to my main hobby of watching Netflix, see ya later.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had fun.</td></tr>
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Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-40814319438601418482015-04-20T10:59:00.001-07:002015-04-20T10:59:21.132-07:00Friends and The Stories We Tell<div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Friends are like lifesavers, the candy and the floatation device. Sweet and they keep you afloat (similes are not my strong suit as you can see). Where would we be without them? Seriously, friends are my favorite. I was almost too tired to finish this because of all the fun I had with them this weekend. Friends, food and fun. Some of my absolute favorite things (food especially). Whether it be a thrilling night out, a day in the sun, or a lengthy lounge session watching endless Netflix, its a good time. I couldn't ask for better friends. Shout out to all the homies! You know who you are. Also, shout out to all the food out there as well!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brighton closing day, one hell of a time. Photo: Erik Overson</td></tr>
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Warning: heavy material ahead, bring your hard hats. HA HA HA<br />
I'm not entirely sure why this happens so frequently, I like to think people generally trust me with sensitive information, but honestly I couldn't tell ya. Regardless of why, I have been witness to many a story I wasn't sure I should be privileged to hear, but sat quietly listening as they seemed to hope I would. These stories paired with those I've read in books have taught me to be utterly amazed with the way in which people are. So many people have endured so many things that break my heart simply hearing about. And yet on they move with the turning of the earth because that's how it goes. Honestly where would be if the world didn't go as such. What I mean to say with all of this is that people are extraordinary. Tell your stories and tell them with heart and know that we are listening, well I am at least.<br />
A quote I love by Markus Zusak, "It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Remember this? Confession: I think I willed it into being.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When your dinner is wine and cheese.</td></tr>
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I leave you with something the four year old girl I nanny and adore said to me the other day, "I wonder what its like to be a boy and a dog." Because really I would love to know as well.Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-8024309686889941862015-04-19T20:40:00.000-07:002015-04-19T20:40:46.294-07:00Four Things All The Cool People Are Learning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Growing up is terrifying in like 4 year increments. This is of course based on an average rate of "growing up". How theoretically intelligent does that sound?! Anyway, I've noticed the terrifying aspect became more frequent when graduation from college came and a career was hazy if not completely obscured by uncertainty. But hey what's living without some fear right?<br />
So here I am to offer some words of wisdom I did not come up with myself, but have been given by other, wiser individuals recently that have somewhat saved my sanity.<br />
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1. Do what makes you happy! Seriously, I have noticed among myself and others that once I went to college, my hobbies sometimes were put on the back burner (p.s. where did the phrase back burner even come from, probably a grill) and how boring is that? Who cares if it helps to provide you with a clear step closer to a career. It'll make you a better human and friend if you're doing something you're passionate about. Who knows what it'll bring you, but if it at least brings you happiness then its worth the time.<br />
2. Try not to let the people who constantly tell you things like, "Its okay, you're young!" and, "You still have time to figure it out!" bring you too much annoyance. Like okay I'm perfectly aware of how old I am, thanks buddy. And yes I know I have time to figure it out, but that doesn't make it any less scary. They're only trying to help and maybe don't always know what to say.<br />
3. Be afraid, be very afraid. I mean if you want. I'll tell you one thing, I certainly am. It helps to laugh frequently. If laughing doesn't come easy to you, I'm sorry I have no other options. It comes fairly quickly to me. I probably laughed while writing this.<br />
4. Never give up, never surrender! I'm still working on this myself. However, I always try to remember something a teacher told me in high school along the lines of, "There are plenty of people out there trying to bring you down, don't you be one of them."<br />
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I find I sometimes get lost in my own worries and forget how many amazing people I have in my life and how many things I've done that I'm incredibly proud of and thrilled about. Life is certainly tough and I'm by no means a master at it, but I'm learning as I go which is so much fun and also frightening. So anyway ttly, gonna go grab a diet Dr. Pepper.<br />
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P.S. Spring, I'll admit, your beauty outweighs the allergies you're unapologetically giving everyone.Leah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240685962905388854.post-75854635015906686512015-04-13T10:24:00.000-07:002015-04-19T20:39:53.117-07:00Becoming A Sellout and Loving It, Mostly<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There are certain things that a money conscious mind has made me. Perhaps sell out is the wrong word, but close enough to the right word. I'm not here to put myself down for a couple paragraphs though, I'm here to tell you the perks of being a sellout.<br />
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1. I can't afford something like, oh I don't know, a Van Gogh original. Are there even any still available for sale? So instead of buying a poster for $29.99, I got a paint by numbers for $18 straight out of China. I've learned upon beginning it that in replicating a masterpiece, I am doing exactly the opposite of being artistic. Art isn't about staying in the lines, making sure you follow the number tutorial to the T. Art is about feeling and this activity has made me appreciate Van Gogh even more for his ability to create such an amazing piece of art without someone telling him what to do. Don't worry I'll share the finished product, theres just a lot of numbers in very small spaces and as we all very much know, I'm not Van Gogh.<br />
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2. I've also begun downloading samples of books on iBook instead of going to the book store, reading the back, then purchasing if it's cool with my mom and full of just the sort of thing I love to read. I don't have a kindle or tablet or anything that really makes downloading samples reader friendly, so instead I read portions of books on my phone like some caveman. A tablet for ants. But what I'm getting at is, although the author doesn't get anything from this sample they provide me with, it is just brilliant. I love being able to see if I like the style of writing, the characters, the plot, everything before I buy it. Its also terribly intriguing because whoever makes these samples knows exactly what you'll be dying to know and will be sure not to tell you it.<br />
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3. Lastly, I'm not entirely sure how this started, but I became very fed up that clothing wasn't ever exactly how I wanted it. I was getting weirdly upset that I would buy something only to wish it was slightly different. So I took to buying things all my little dudes in China made for me and every other person in the world because if I'm not going to love it, at least it'll be cheap. And then a passionate wave of "I will get what I want out of my wardrobe!" hit me (this is unusual, a passionate wave hitting me as well as me exclaiming anything) and I went to the thrift shop and decided to alter preexisting clothes to be just the piece I imagined. Not only do I love being able to customize things, its also such a great feeling to see that I took a size large tank top from a mom in 1995 and transformed it with the help of my grandmothers sewing machine. Accomplishments rock!<br />
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While this kind of became a story about me being poor, I didn't intend for that. These realizations just happen to come out of a search for a way to live how I want to live regardless of the income I have. Its so incredibly fun to take on activities and learn something new about yourself and the world around you. Who says you can't have things the way you want them and who says you can't make them that way yourself?<br />
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A couple of pictures I love from the film I just got developed.<br />
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