So lately I’ve been picking like half my new music by Shazam-ing the songs playing over the speakers while I’m in Starbucks. This probably effectively destroys any kind of indie music knowledge cred I’d ever hoped to obtain. But it’s totally worth it because it’s how I found this song that is my current play-on-repeat obsession.
What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications. It will not be anything like what you think it will be like, but surprises are good for you. And don’t be frightened: you can always change your mind. - Nora Ephron
However, life is strange and unpredictable—something that happens to be one of the things I enjoy about it so much. And a series of events have made it so that when I was offered a job back in Charlotte last week, I knew immediately that taking it was the right choice for me.
And so in twelve days I’ll be back in North Carolina. I never even got around to changing the plates on my car. Will I miss DC? Absolutely. I’ve fallen hard for this city and this part of the country. Luckily, I have friends and family who have settled here and if I’ve learned nothing else in the last few months, it’s that the trek between NC and DC is only a Sunday afternoon drive. Am I excited to return to Charlotte? Of course. It’s home. And there are opportunities there that I couldn’t have imagined a year ago.
This is—obviously—not what I imagined. And, truth be told, I doubt the next year will be what I imagine… or the year after that… or the year after that. In fact, I hope they’re not. Because I hope that life always feels like an adventure. It doesn’t always need to go at the hold-on-to-your-hat pace of this year, but I’d rather be overwhelmed than bored and I’d rather be nervous than complacent.
And now, because I’m concerned that this entry is headed down a path where I’ll start quoting country song lyrics or something, I’ll finish by answering the question I’m sure is on everyone’s mind: Yes, I’ve told Pawley and Rosie. And yes, they’re thrilled to be headed back to Carolina.
“And so now I type to you from Sarah’s bed. With her bossy-ass dog asleep under the covers like a little toaster strudel. Quiet as a lousy church mouse. But I’m still wearing the ear plugs anyway. Why? Well because little dog also snores like an octogenarian. And because big dog is panting outside the bedroom door with such unabashed desperation that I can’t bear to listen to it.
By the time Sarah gets home, I will be wearing her clothes, slathering myself in her Bath & Body Works lotion, and leaving half-consumed Sprite Zero cans all over the house in a completely Single White Female effort to confuse her dogs into silent submission.”
-What’s that? You miss updates on completely insane canines? My roommate Jenn is offering amusing daily blog updates on life with Rosie and Pawley while I’m out of town (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4). She’s also offering some not-so-subtle hints regarding my Diet Sprite habit.
“Watch the sunrise at least once a year, put a lot of marshmallows in your hot chocolate, lie on your back and look at the stars, never buy a coffee table you can’t put your feet on, never pass up a chance to jump on a trampoline, don’t overlook life’s small joys while searching for the big ones.”—H. Jackson Brown Jr. (via thefreenomad)
My roommate Jenn is in NC for the week. I like to keep her updated on what's going on at our house.
Me:Jenn! There's something I have to tell you! Part of the plastic mechanism in the middle of our washing machine HAS VANISHED. It was there when I put my sheets in this morning and then it was GONE when I got home from work.
Jenn:Sarah, is this the most exciting thing that has happened to you today?
Me:Of course it is. We have a washer that can make matter disappear. I thought about calling NASA before I called you.
Jenn:It sounds like we have the world's most boring poltergeist. It steals parts of household appliances. I have to go now. But let me know if like the microwave tray or the ice maker disappears, ok?