Author: approximately

What’s so cool about me? I look good on paper. I’m young, and somewhat eccentric, and I can fit into skinny jeans and overhead storage compartments. Some days I see my name written and think, “Who’s she?” or “What’s that?” It’s hard being a girl with two first names, or a first name as a last name, or the other way around. I don’t know. At least my name’s not Kristen. Then again, I’m really not that cool.

I don’t seem to write anymore, because I can’t find that tingling sensation in the words as often as I could before. It’s just a rut, I say, or something like wiping out at the Skatium. Painful, humiliating at best, then you make your slow recovery. I am frightened of being judged, truth be told. Is this mic on? And where am I? Halfway across the world, that’s where.

So I took a hot shower to forget my troubles, of over packing and overspending and overeating a ton of under seasoned food. All of those ‘overs’ and not much to show but fewer pounds in my pocket and more on my waist. I could walk 19 miles a day and blow it all on an oatey bar and a cheap glass of wine. At least I got to see Tolkien’s house. At least I’m living.

You know what’s scary? I’m living here, and I can’t come home. Back when I was in Moorhead, I’d be out and about during the day and think, “Hmm, I’m tired, I’m going to go home.” Or if I got really burnt out and needed a “vacation,” the Magic City was hours away. What do you do here, when you feel these things? You log on to Skype and hope that someone picks up the phone. Hello? Anyone…? Echoes. Back to eating my oatey bar.

I love living here. I do. I do I do! There’s orange chocolate, and I get called “Love” on a regular basis. Not only that, I am sitting in a pool of history, entertainment, and good looking men. I’m not homesick, and my bank account’s not empty yet. I’m going to keep on trucking. Yes. Because if I don’t enjoy this experience, drink my weight in tea, and wreak America upon (more or less) Western Europe…well…

The Queen’s not going to do it (God save her). And my best friend that doesn’t fly in airplanes is not going to do it (unless he drives his submarine here). So I suppose that leaves…

Hmm. Me?

You know, it’s a good thing my name’s not Kristen.

I am so blessed to be here.

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I am in heaven.

I’m leaving for Europe today —

I’ll be back in two months! No worries. In the meantime, if you feel so obliged…

…you can still keep track of me!

Here you go:
approximatelyeurope.blogspot.com

Skype is friendly, too! Add me as jennyroo_

Fantastic. Shine on you, wonderful Americans (!) I will represent.

xo
jc

This = obnoxious park job.

That is all.

I got up early today. No reason, but I’m so glad I did!

I had a cup of Awake black tea and took some notes. There was a man sitting near me, and all he could talk about was the traffic, and the weather, and how much he never wants to leave Fargo. I cannot imagine…

Today is really beautiful.

It really feels like a new day. I drove past a building last week whose storefront sign was falling apart. I drove past again today, and the sign was fixed. A subtle reminder that things are going to get better.

I am so glad that no one will ever know what I listen to when I’m home alone. Like this afternoon. I’ve been listening to Hanson. I’m actually listening to the Cherry Poppin’ Daddies right now. Now you know.

It’s a great day. And I’m off to make it even greater, at my last day of work. : )

Three cheers for being a day closer.

I feel like garbage today.
Everyone is gone, and I have been here waiting for my day to start.
I need to get out in the sunshine and enjoy my final days in Fargo.Moorhead…

Mostly, I just need to quit worrying so much and start appreciating.