This is home.
It’s where the love of my life is, where I go to bed each night, and where I go to work each day. It’s where I sweat out the stress of the day at the gym and come home to cook dinner with my love. It’s where we cuddle and watch Netflix or Hulu during the week, and where we ride ATV’s, hike mountains, and fish on the weekends.
It claims my time and a piece of me each and every day. At first, I was scared. Terrified honestly. This place couldn’t be home. This small city in a valley, this little starter apartment, all these people who notice I hold the my letter A’s longer than needed (I give them the attention they deserve) and don’t wear rugged-enough attire. I was appalled at the idea that this could be home.
But it is; I know that now.
The great thing? This is home, too.
It’s where my family is and where I made every single significant memory for the first 18 years of my life. It’s where I learned to ride a bike, mowed the lawn every weekend for an endless number of summers, and where I invited a countless number of friends over for birthday parties. It’s where I have spent hours at the kitchen table laughing with my parents and where I have imitated my older sisters every actions. It it equally important as my home now. Equally so because the people that make it home are permanent staples in my life, just as my husband is.
My favorite thing about “home” is has never been a place so much as the people that make it so. I don’t have to choose. Heck, if we’re getting really specific, this is indeed home too:
However brief my time in Minneapolis, the city affected me deeply. It changed my life in those three years and the people I met will have a lasting impact on me.
That’s what home is to me:
A moment in time that impacted me so greatly, the people and the location have made it an everlasting “home”.
I love my homes. All three of them. They have made me who I am today.
At the moment, Fairbanks may be my favorite. Mostly because it’s where my story is unfolding today; in this very moment. But also because I get to spend my days chasing my dream and my nights cuddled up to this guy making faces like this.
“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have an iPhone! It’s official. To all my friends who have had a smartphone for at least two years, please forgive my constant badgering to download certain apps and play a game of Words with Friends. It’s just all so exciting. From Expedia’s app that allows you to adjust your window seat view while it loads flights to step-by-step workouts in slow motion gif format via the Fitness Buddy app. Who knew such a small piece of technology could be so intelligent?? Oh wait.
It also comes with a whole new branch of knowledge I wasn’t aware of when playing aimlessly on my friend’s iPhones the last few years. Upon getting the phone, I must have downloaded 15 apps immediately. I learned a couple short days later there is a storage maximum on all phones. Of course 15 apps didn’t do serious damage; it still made a significant dent in my 16GB iPhone 5. Vine and Instagram were especially draining to my little phone’s storage room. But I mean it’s Instagram and Vine. Priorities people!
So it may not be obvious from previous posts, but considering I was already aware of all the must-have apps before I got the iPhone it may now be apparent that I’m a social media junkie. I totally am. I stopped trying to deny it once I entered the journalism school at the U of M. Suddenly I was surrounded by fellow social media junkies and my love for all things that connected you to others was the norm.
I adore social media now more than ever since it connects me to the family and friends I’m 3000 miles away from. After sending out the text that I had a smartphone and a new number (don’t even get me started on that mess) I was bombarded with instantaneous replies thanks to iMessage, pictures of friend’s excited facial expressions, emojis, and requests to be added on apps. I was getting snapchats from friend’s faces I hadn’t had time to Skype, voxers (essentially walkie-talkie messages) from my mother-in-law I hadn’t heard from in weeks, and pictures/videos of my baby niece in Wyoming that would have previously taken a year to load on my old phone. Corny as it sounds, the iPhone has helped me cope better with being this far from home in just the few short days I’ve had it.
But, I love social media for more than just personal connections. The way technology connects all of us and how businesses can use it to market in the most unique ways is fascinating to me. For example, did you know the Minions from Despicable Me have their own Vine? It is clever, hilarious, and such a simple way to market their movies and memorabilia. Although I’m currently working in the advertising field doing mostly traditional media; new media is where a huge part of my interest in this field rests. Hopefully now that I have my own smartphone, I’ll grow to understand it from a marketing perspective even more.
I could go on for days about everything excited going on with this phone. I’m already brimming with ideas about app reviews and thoughts on specific features, but I should probably get a little more practice in first. I published three blank blog posts using the WordPress app before I resolved to give it a rest and use my computer. Maybe next week.
A glimpse at my last couple days. Just because I have a fancy phone that takes fancy pictures that can be inserted into my fancy blog posts now.
If it’s even slightly warm in this state, I run outside.
On a quest for ice cream last night. It was serious business.
Hope everyone has a beautiful weekend!
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”
– Arthur C. Clarke
I just consumed the best healthy pancakes I have ever made. And by healthy, I mean I’ve been experimenting with variations of flour-less, sugar-less, butter-less pancakes for a few months now because I LOVE me some pancakes, but I’m not a huge fan of the excessive calories, sugar, and white flour…and finally I think I’ve discovered one I could eat daily.
I used the 3-ingredient pancake recipe over at Less Sugar, More Spice as my starting point and then added and altered based on other pancake recipes I’ve tried in the past. Unfortunately, I can’t show you pictures because the USB & SD Card slots on my lovely, dying computer no longer work and I still am without a smart phone.
1 large egg
1/4 cup peanut butter (estimated)
1/4 cup old fashion oats (estimated)
2 drops of Vanilla
Pour all ingredients in blender, blend, and then pour on oiled or sprayed skillet to prevent sticking. Voila. Really amazing pancakes that maintain the shape and size of regular pancakes, are loaded with protein, and only use natural sugar. Although I poured a bit of low fat maple syrup on them once they were finished, but ideally you’d add more peanut butter or fresh fruit. I was just craving some syrup.
Added note: I don’t measure anymore. Having to live without measuring cups for six weeks and trying really hard to make all home cooked meals for myself and the husband man means I guesstimate. Therefore, don’t quote me on the peanut butter or oatmeal. Put in what looks right to you.
I don’t ever really blog about cooking or fitness, mostly because people dedicate entire blogs to either one and my blog covers so many random topics I never really wanted to dabble in that, but both are a huge part of my life. I was raised eating only home cooked meals and throughout most of my teen years my parents transitioned to mainly organic food. Really simple principles about “you are what you eat” and “if you can’t pronounce what’s in it, you probably don’t want to be putting it in your body” are why I strive to eat natural, nutrient rich food in my adult life.
Outside of sports teams, I really didn’t start trying to be fit until I got to college. I attribute a lot of it to the University of Minnesota. The day I got there I saw people constantly running, biking, rollerblading, playing pick up games outside of the dorms, etc. It was a huge motivator for me to get outside and do something. I started running outside a few times a week, feeling uncomfortable at the rec center because I hadn’t used most of the machines before. But it only took a few trips to the rec with friends, where using a machine incorrectly was a laughing matter instead of a reason to be embarrassed before I started using the gym too.
Now I have a membership to a gym in Fairbanks and go about five times a week to do a combination of cardio and strength training. I still try to go for one, long run a week because a run outside in the breeze with new scenery beats a treadmill any day.
Health for me is simple. I workout and eat healthy because 1) I want my body to last a long time and 2) I want to feel good about myself every time I look in a mirror. That’s it. No crash or fad dieting. No depriving myself. None of that. I’m not healthy to be “skinny”. I’m healthy to be happy.
And yes, I eat “unhealthy” food. I prefer homemade oatmeal dark chocolate chip cookies (Made these last week…to die for) to buying cookies in a grocery store, but I won’t say no to a good ol’ hamburger at a restaurant on occasion. Everything in moderation.
Except those pancakes ^.
This post was going to lead into a 7-word-autobiography I was inspired to do from Book of Words, but I got carried away talking about health so it looks like I’ll start and end with pancakes.
“You are what you eat so don’t be fast, cheap, easy, or fake.”