may no man's reigns ever chain you

I am no longer a home owner. My condo sold and closed. Cash in hand. And my car is being sold on Wednesday. My last day at my job is at the end of July.

I am untethered. I have not felt this happy in a long time. If ever.

I leave for a cross country trip in August. I will travel west and visit friends in Arizona, Colorado, Oregon, Alaska and possibly a few other states out in that general direction.

I have no idea what I will do after my trip. I don't know where I will settle, or if I will settle. The unknown (that is now my life) is the most exciting place I have allowed myself to dwell in far too long.

I will try and post on this blog when I can to keep up to date those of you who are interested.

On a parallel note, my friend bought me a ring for my birthday a few weeks back. inscribed on the ring were three simple words: follow your dream.

I'm on it.

love and kisses

Punky

I know this room, I've walked this floor

It was eleven years ago when Jeff Buckley mysteriously drowned in a Memphis river. If you have never heard his album Grace, I recommend it highly. Although I am a pretty big Leonard Cohen fan, I still think Jeff Buckley's version of Hallelujah is the best ever recorded.

Enjoy ...

I had a farm in Africa ...

Award-winning director, Sydney Pollack, has passed away at the age of 73. He was probably best know for directing the brilliant film, Out of Africa, which I consider to be one of the greatest films ever made (I'm totally not biased, what?). He also directed The Way We Were (also one of my favorites). Some of his other notable films include Three Days of the Condor and Tootsie.

A sad loss for the film industry indeed.

makes me squeal with glee

I am so excited for this movie. I literally revert to a five year old on the eve of Christmas morning when I watch this trailor. So friggin' cute, he is. If you don't think so, you may be dead and should probably get that checked out.

cheer up, sleepy jean

You know what makes Tuesday totally NOT suck?

It's not Monday.

On a super fabulous note, my oldest, most fabulous and cherished friends, whom I have known since childhood, are all meeting up this weekend in our hometown to eat, drink and laugh our asses off as we celebrate my birthday and raise our overflowing glasses to the guy who invented wine. We love him.

Yay for friends, birthdays and wine!

don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?

Things that make a Monday totally suck:

- spending the weekend trying to help your kitties adjust to their new home ... without you.
- driving back to your soon to be sold home and looking up at the bedroom window and expecting to see your kitties waiting for you and then feeling your heart fall when you realize they are not there.
- walking into the house to find teeny tiny ants all over the kitchen floor and living room floor.
- killing a slew of ants and apologizing to them while you do it.
- going to the doctors and getting your metabolism and thyroid tested and finding out that your daily metabolic rate - although a superb SAT score - is a really, REALLY crappy score for a metabolism.
- talking to the dietitian and realizing that in order to increase said metabolism, and prevent any future problems, you will have to change your life dramatically.
- realizing that you hate food and are totally overwhelmed by the concept of going to the grocery store and trying to cook a fucking meal.
- getting to work and finding out that your co-worker's mother passed away unexpectedly.
- trying to pour yourself a cup of coffee and spilling it all over the counter because you can't see a damn thing through all the tears.

I need a do over on this day in a major way. And it's only 1:30 PM.