Aren’t alterations in a plan or changes in our lives just inevitable. As a person who always knows what I’m doing a week from know this bothers me. Recently Ash and I made a huge change, we are renting a house and trying so hard to make it on our own. Adult hood is hard, but inevitable like change. I recently read a post on Facebook about Adult hood, how it’s like when you were a kid and you were bouncing on the trampoline and you would fall and everyone would keep jumping and it made it impossible to get up. Yeah that’s exactly what being an adult is like. Enough about how being anaduly sucks I bet you want to hear bout our new place. Well loving someone and living with someone are two completely different things. You find out all these weird habits about someone that you would never guess. I will not bow up Ashs spot right now but I will tell you I am working on conditioning her to behave the way I want. Am I a horrible person for doing that. Anyways I have class in the morning so I will end this post.
June 6th 2017
Long time no see, well for the three people that actually read this. Anyways. A lot has changed since the last time I posted here. Ash and I have decided that this trip shouldn’t be stressful, so we stoped diligently planing each stop and made the decision to wing it. We also decided to move in together, finally! With that in mind, life expenses are a struggle so we might be postponing the trip ☹️. No worries my many followers, I plan to turn this blog into an adult advice/ life lessons blog. ONLY until the trip. To start off I would like to scream from every rooftop HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! For some people June is just the kick off to summer while for the rest of us it’s a whole month dedicated to us and our labels of lack there of. As many of you may not know, I’m gay. I walked out of that figurative closet in a blaze of glory six years ago. So pride month is pretty exciting for me because even though there are still haters out there I feel more comfortable in my skin. Even if some looser makes a rude comment all I can think is “ITS FREAKIN’ PRIDE MONTH DEAL WITH IT”. I know I should have that mindset everyday every month so, what I want to send home with all of you is that it doesn’t matter what other people think, it only matters what you think. Do what’s right for you, not what others want you to do. I mean you can take their opinion into consideration but if you don’t want to do it, then don’t. As simple as that. You are the most important person to you, so you should come first. Always. So as Dr. Seuss put it, be the best you you can be.
March 17, 2017
I was thinking about this trip and how I don’t want it to just be about two woman traveling North America, I want it to make an impact. I know that’s a lot to ask for us but I think we can do it, however big or small the impact is. So I was doing some research and there are a lot of places that will take one time or one day volunteers. I’m pretty excited about helping people across The Country. It makes me feel good, and if this whole trip falls apart because my family doesn’t want to meet me, at least I have helped out others along the way. But I hope my family wants to meet me, I really want to learn more about myself and where I come from. Either way I still get to go cross country with the best person I can think of: Ash.
March 17, 2017
So today is St. Patrick’s Day and everyone is getting their green on. Now I am actually Irish, my mother was, and that’s all I know of my heritage for sure. The idea of my heritage and where I come from has always been an important unknown to me. For the longest time I was the darkest person in my white bread home town. So I clung to the only ancestry I knew.
You see I was adopted and thatdefined a large part of who I was growing up. I always knew I was different but I didn’t know how. I cultivated a love of mythology and eventually that led me to the Celts. Stores of selkies and the fae drew me in but never fascinated me like Greek mythos. They just felt normal, felt familiar, felt right. My birth mother was Irish and Irish folklore has always felt natural to me, felt like mine. I love cornbeef and cabbage meals, cornbread is fantastic and I recently found out how great Irish soda bread is dispite not liking raisens.
I am very Irish but I don’t look it. I look like the Native American we think my father gave me, but we can’t be sure. I’ve always felt a disconnect between me and that side of my heritage. Almost like I have no right to claim it as my own when I have never felt the hardship it has brought others.
But that’s just me, my long winded explanation for tagging along on Laz’s cross country family reunion. Because for Laz this trip is finding her heritage, this trip is seeing who she comes from. I’m just very lucky that she wants me to come along
March 4, 2017 🍃
We were talking about the fact that Ash needs to get her license before the trip so I don’t have to drive the whole time. And since their parents give them anxiety and are way to overprotective to teach her well, I was going to teach her how to drive but, then we realized that I haven’t had my license long enough. So if we got caught she would go to jail and I would get my license suspended. And the trip wouldn’t be happening on time.
I then accidently created a personal challenge for Ash because I didn’t actually think they would get their license.
Also there was a boat
I’m really excited about this trip but there is this doubt in my mind about whether or not it’s actually gonna happen. I keep telling myself that no matter what I will make this trip happen.
March 3, 2017
Laz and I have been thinking about this trip for a while now, I don’t know about her but it’s felt like more of a pipe dream to me, up until now that is. She just turned 20 a couple days ago and I brought her to NerdCon up in Boston, well she brought me in her car and I paid. But now we are really cracking down, she wants to start this tip around her birthday next year – Next Year! That’s not all that long away. We have the map all glued down to a foam board, the start of her scrapbook and the idea for mine. We have an instant camera (I’d say Polaroid but its not that brand) and we’re excited to get started.
You don’t know this about me so let me tell you now, I am a horrible procrastinator, I have a problem with a lake of motivation – even with things I want to do. Depression is a bitch that way. So I’ve been putting a bunch of trip prep off, thinking I’d have time later, later, always later, I’ve more important, more immediate things to prioritize, but actually no This is gonna happen much sooner than I expected and uh ooh I am Not Ready. But I’ve got Laz to kick my but and get going so lets just get started.