Second home.

"The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness." John Muir.

Ruby Lovin.

Miles and miles in the deserts and mountains in New Mexico, miles and miles north through canyons and deserts to see family, miles and miles to new cities just to buy sourdough bread, miles and miles with cassette tapes blasting, miles and miles on drives chasing sunsets and tracing oil truck roads. 50,000 miles in three and a half years is enough bonding time to pull at my heart strings. I can't even count how many times I felt like I was driving in a clown car, stuffed full to the brim with friends and family (the record is four people). Or how many times I just had to laugh because driving her was often ridiculous. No power steering? NBD. It built muscle! It's definitely bittersweet giving her up, but at least she's staying in the family. aka: Chandler, don't rip up the streets of Logan. At least not every night. 

I survived!!!

August marks my one year mark in New Mexico which is exciting, exhausting, fulfilling, and also anti-climatic all at the same time. Oh, dear. 

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Guess who hasn't killed her garden....

...yet. :)

Ruby roadtrip number seventy four.

After a whole 36 hours in Texas which consisted of gardening, searching for ticks (ew.), and drive-ins, I have concluded the following two things about the state:

Texans love food. 

And Texans love Jesus. 

 

Lately:

Love is love.

 So happy for all those that get to finally celebrate their love. 

"That's the story of America: of ordinary citizens organizing, agitating and advocating for change; of hope stronger than hate; of love more powerful than any insult or injury; of Americans fighting to build for themselves and their families a nation in which no one is a second-class citizen, in which no one is denied their basic rights, in which all of us are free to live and love as we see fit. It's about our common humanity and our willingness to walk in someone else's shoes."  

A little bit of everything.

I think a good trip anywhere involves a little bit of this and a little bit of that and it's the combination of a million things that make seeing something new so wonderful. Eating delicious foods, skirting disaster, joining makeshift communities on subway cars, dancing to reggae music on the street, getting lost in Brooklyn, getting lost in Manhattan, and doing it all with my brother created a trip that I already want to repeat.  

Seeing double.

No sleep till brooklyn.

I loved our trip to New York, but if you ask Chan, all he'll say is that we walked a LOT. And I will admit, we spent 75% of our time walking. Checking out Manhattan and Brooklyn, and the subway and the restaurants, I kept thinking that he helped me fit in because of his long i-don't-give-a-hale hair, cutoff denim vest, and Betsy Ross socks. Such a punk-ghetto-hipster-bodyguard. Thanks Channie for humoring me. :)

On my mind:

Lately I've been so stressed/frustrated/in need of some fresh sourdough bread. But unlike past experiences, I'm totally okay with it. Thanks to phone calls with my ma and pa, and homemade soup from a sweet, sweet friend, and the genius ideas of Viktor Frankl, I've joined the fresh spring weather and turned my perspective around.

Es true:

Momma, we were destined to be together. Love you more and more each day.

Lately: