They sent me to Binghamton

I've always wanted to be on the east coast, and the universe responded…by sending me to Binghamton, NY. Oh you've never heard of it? Neither had I, but I do so love adventures and that's how I choose to view this. Let the adventures begin!

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I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas

Yes, even though Thanksgiving hasn’t passed yet! It’s snowing outside and I can’t concentrate because I just want to go outside and play!

I mean, seriously, I walked outside briefly after lunch and HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THIS.







It ALMOST makes me not want to go home for Thanksgiving. I say almost because I am looking forward to seeing my family and friends back home. But if I didn’t have this agreement with my company to get compensated for plane tickets back home, I wouldn’t have minded spending Thanksgiving here. I just would’ve gone snowboarding. Oh, plus now that I’ve got good friends here I still would’ve had something to do. 🙂 Not to mention that the kitties are here and I love being alone anyway so either way I still would’ve enjoyed it. Gosh, life is great and I love that I have all these options! 🙂

What I’m most excited about is being able to experience a White Christmas for the first time. I won’t be here on Christmas day but I can’t wait to see people’s decorations and the snow surrounding us. 😀


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The “Almost” One

I have now finally found myself out of bed and in a cafe but alas, I am still procrastinating. I will work ever so hard after this, I promise.


In any case, I read an interesting blog post over on Thought Catalog about being the “almost” girl. If I met this girl in person I’d want to give her a hug and a high five at the same time. A hug because it makes me sad when girls go through a series of relationships or situationships that don’t work out and end up thinking, “Why wasn’t it me? Why wasn’t I ‘The One‘?” This is where the difference in perspectives is really interesting to me. Because while I have also gone through my fair share of relationships or situationships that didn’t work out, never once had that crossed my mind. Instead, what has crossed my mind was, “Damn, when will I meet ‘The One‘ instead of the ‘The Almost One’?”

Perhaps the reason why I thought of it that way is because I’m a self-centered person…


It’s all about me, snatches!

…but I really don’t think so. It’s more that I don’t blame myself (or him) or think that I’m lacking in some way when things don’t work out. Timing, incompatibility, he doesn’t realize my worth till I leave (lol can’t say I’m lacking in self-assurance)…these are the things that cross my mind. Thinking there’s something wrong with me or that I’m not lucky enough to be “The One,” not so much. Because the truth is it isn’t about whether or not you’re “The Almost One” or you see him as “The One Who Got Away,” it’s really more that he’s not the one for you, and you’re not the one for him, plain and simple. No one’s at fault, no “almost,” it’s just the way it is.

But in any case, she does sum up beautifully what I think everyone should focus on instead of worrying about love and finding the better half of your soul or what not:

“Being yourself, being able to be by yourself, is a better love story than any man who doesn’t want to be with you.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. You tell ’em, girlfriend!


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My Favorite Kind of Sundays

I woke up this morning with a plan. I have school work to do and a team meeting to prep for later this evening but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun and explore (kinda) while doing all of that. I was going to drive to Montrose, PA or some other city I’ve never been to yet and hang out in a cafe there, doing work, observing people, and just generally submerging myself in a different atmosphere. But then I reached for my kindle, which has been untouched for some time now, and decided that eating in bed while reading and cuddling with the kitties seemed like a better idea. And so I did.


Oatmeal with Almond Nut Butter, some awesomely delicious granola bits, and roasted cocoa beans from Costa Rica


Miss Roxie enjoying the view from my bedroom window


Sir Cooper enjoying the cuddle session

It’s a couple hours past noon and my bed is still not made because I have been lying there all morning/early afternoon. I’ve ignored my phone, kept away from social media, and just read. It’s the best time for self-reflection. And today’s self-reflection revelation is this: I am a homebody at heart. I may love adventures, socializing, meeting new people, traveling, and just generally being out and about, but what I love most is to stay at home and not talk to anyone. Alas, my stomach is growling at me and adult responsibilities are now calling my name so I cannot stay in bed anymore.

But I will say this, I have discovered my one true love– the one who will always be there for me, the one I always want to come home to no matter how tired I am or how late it is, the one I would choose to spend forever with…


Dearest bed, how I love you!


Oh lazy Sunday, how much I adore you. You are my favorite and always will be. Happy Sunday, everyone!

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Your Time is Up

So there I was, ranting (professionally, of course) to my boss about the amount of work that needs to be done before winter break and how it isn’t clear exactly what needs to be done, and what the plan is after winter break.


After explaining to him what the problem was and talking out how this can be tackled, I realized I just needed to talk to someone out loud about it. I’m pretty much going to do what I was planning to anyway, but at least now I know my idea made sense. So that made me feel better.


Then, with about 5 minutes left in our meeting he brings up something that should’ve been forefront on my mind.

“So about your short-term relocation, HR just mentioned to me that it ends on January 16th. Were you aware of that?”


Wow. How is it that I completely forgot that I needed to take care of that? I guess it just goes to show my work ethic, huh? I’m more worried about the work that needs to get done than my personal situation. Fortunately, my new boss seems to be my advocate and has already spoken to a few of the higher ups about the possibility of me staying here. Now I just need to wait and see what they have to say.

I’m not sure why, but it never ceases to amaze me how many people actually care for my well-being. If this doesn’t work out, I already know I’ve got another job here I can take, and there’s another one I can apply for. It’s seriously amazing how things seem to work out when you’ve got a positive outlook and you focus on the important things instead of worrying. Worrying = no bueno.

You know, this must be the change that I felt was coming. By the beginning of next year, I’m in for another life change. 2014 may have been the Year of the Unexpected, but I’m hoping 2015 will be the Year of Good Things to Come.

Here’s to completely embracing life, free of worries and being open to all possibilities!


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Let It Snow

The snow is starting to stick to the ground! SNOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!


The locals think I’m crazy for being excited but I can’t help it! Snow is puuurty! The moment I show my excitement for snow, people assume it’s because I don’t know any better. They assume that my excitement will fade once I’ve experienced the bad part about snow. This past winter was my first real winter but believe you me, I’ve experienced the bad part of snow and I still think it’s pretty.

Plus, I still have my snowboard here and now that I’ve got actual friends to go with, I’m even more excited!!

cat snow

Bring it on, winter!

snow child

Ok…I won’t get too cocky. Nature always wins. 😛

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Love is Madness!


Here’s how I feel about that:

um no

You serious? And what is up with the wings, though? I think it is things like the above that give people a false impression of what love is. Truthfully, I think love means different things to different people but I do not think it is this spectacular moment of grandeur where time stops, the floodgates of your heart open, and a fountain springs up behind you with colorful lights once you realize that you’ve been blessed with this wondrous, all-encompassing feeling that is love.


To me, love is listening to your friend complain about the same thing over and over again, but being there for your friend anyway even though you really want to slap some sense into him/her.

Love is your friend or significant other letting you eat all the cheese in the world once in a while because you love it so much even though you’re lactose intolerant, but letting you know he/she will not be around for the consequences.

Love is your friend taking away your cellphone when you try to drunk text/call someone you shouldn’t, but being there for you when you whine/complain the next day because you drunk texted/called someone you shouldn’t have.

Love is being there for the big events and the little events, both bad and good.

Love is being able to be completely honest with someone, even though that person may initially be upset with you for saying something.

Love is being at your most vulnerable, lowest of the low, looking like shit and smelling like shit because you haven’t showered in days and having your friend and/or significant other give you a hug anyway. And also telling you to shower because you stink.

And finally, love is being able to tell someone you sharted, and having that person admit they shat in a bag in a show of empathy and solidarity.


Didn’t expect that, did ya? 😀

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A nomad is a person with no settled home, who moves from place to place as a way of obtaining food, finding pasture for livestock, or otherwise making a living. – Wikipedia


I am by no means a nomad, but I kinda feel that way. I technically live in southern CA, I physically live in Binghamton, NY, and I have no idea where I’m going to be next year. Oh that’s not at all close to what a nomad is? 😛 I think it’s just the aspect of me not being settled anywhere right now, and not knowing where I’m going to be next year or even where I’m going to (or want to) end up, period…and surprisingly liking it. Why is this surprising? Well according to my zodiac sign, Cancer, I’m supposed to be all about the home.

Cancer, the fourth sign of the zodiac, is all about home. Those born under this sign are ‘roots’ kinds of people, and take great pleasure in the comforts of home and family. – (and you know the internet don’t lie!)

While it’s true that my “home” is very important to me, I don’t think I’m very rooted. I’m fortunate enough to always somehow make good friends wherever I find myself and I do find it difficult and saddening to say good-bye, but at the end of the day I always feel excited for whatever adventure there is waiting for me, and I will almost always choose that route.


I love Binghamton. I think it’s absolutely beautiful out here, and seeing the seasons change in such an open area full of trees and beautiful scenery brings joy to my heart. It started snowing last night and I woke up to snow lightly dusting the ground and I just felt like a child in my giddiness.

cat snow

And the people here are just incredible! So many people were worried about me being out here by myself, with me not knowing anyone in the immediate area and with Binghamton not being such a “happening” type of place. Well, thank you, GSR CrossFit, for allowing me to meet like-minded people to get my sweat on with and also meet lifelong friends. I will forever remember this time of my life.

However…I just feel like my adventures have just begun. I’m not saying I’m going to leave, but I also don’t know if I’m going to stay. The only thing I know for certain is I’m not going back to CA. I love the life I’ve begun to build here. I have a great place to live, my kitties are with me, I’ve got a great gym to work out in, I now have friends I’m getting closer to as each day goes by, but if I feel like there’s something more out there for me, I’m going to go for it. It’s going to make me sad beyond belief, but I just don’t want to look back in my life, filled with what-ifs. Like, a friend had posted these quotes on Facebook recently and it kinda broke my heart.



I would really hate to be the person living those quotes and posting that kinda sh*t on social media. Not saying my friend’s life is in shambles, but I mean, there’s always some truth in the things that you share with people. I just never want to feel that way. I never want to feel like I compromised my dreams and happiness to stay on the safe road. Dreams can change (and they probably will), sure, and like I said, maybe my place is here in Binghamton. But if I do end up staying, I want it to be because I want to and not because I’m being held back by fear of the unknown.

I want to be free to fly and land wherever I wish.

So, for now, nomad-ish it is.