Moving On

As I was sitting in my ceramics studio last week, trying to make rose petals for my new art project, I realized that during the past few months just about everything in my life was up in the air. During the time from March until September, I had all of the below going on (in no particular order): Skin cancer (knock on wood, all clear) Heavy trauma to both knees after a huge fall down some stairs #clutzforlife Looking for a new job with frequent interviews, paperwork, forms, etc. Packing up an apartment I had lived in and loved for…

Emerald City Awaits

It is somewhat traumatic to start a new life in a new to a place, even with all of the creature comforts that I am afforded with my job. For me, the first week is the worst with many tears and unanswered frustrations. And it’s just lonely. Everyone and everything that you are familiar with is very, very far away. It’s rough. But then slowly, something starts to happen and stuff become a tad less frustrating and little by little, things become more familiar and more manageable. For instance, all I am going to say about my new apartment is…