It’s a hard life for a clumsy klutz

When I was a kid my dad's nickname for me was Spill Queen. Aptly named, because I was a tiny disaster area who dropped things constantly. I was the most accident prone child--by the age of 6 I'd had almost 50 stitches, gained by doing everything from stepping on shark teeth to running through a … Continue reading It’s a hard life for a clumsy klutz

Two weeks in, and a feeling of home

Last night marked the two week anniversary of my moving here. It feels at the same time both long and short. It's had its ups and downs so far, and pretty extreme versions of both, but all in all its been good. While there are aspects I really miss about home (like knowing how to … Continue reading Two weeks in, and a feeling of home