Domestic Divas Do Dinner...

13 fabulous people
10 pounds of potatoes
7 hours of slaving over a hot stove
5 dishes all made from scratch
3 dozen yorkshire pudding
2 pies
1 uber-epic feast...

Innis and I are clearly going to make wonderful housewives ;)

Release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin...

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Ready to be somebody with a story to tell...

Stuck in a world no longer turning
Always the girl waiting for something
Spent too many days walking around sleeping
Open my eyes, i'm tired of dreaming

I wanna run with the reckless emotion
Find out if love is the size of an ocean
Even if i crash down and burn out
At least i'm gonna know what its like
To feel alive

Sun on my face, lights of a city
Maybe in love or just leaning to be
On my two feet i can only imagine
I'll say the words and believe it'll happen

I wanna run with the reckless emotion
Find out if love is the size of an ocean
even if i crash down and burn out
At least i'm gonna know what its like
To feel alive

They think they know me but how can they know me
I'm getting to know myself
I'm finally ready to be somebody
With a story to tell

I wanna run with a reckless emotion
Find out if love is the size of an ocean
Even if i crash down and burn out
At least i'm gonna know what its like

I wanna feel till my heart breaks wide open
I wanna blaze like a fire thats blowing
Even if i crash down and burn out
At least i'm gonna know what its like
To feel alive (oh i feel alive)

Every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die...

I've actually read about this on other blogs, but the experience of it on Saturday struck me in such a way that I'm going to say it again...
We are at a time in our life where when we say goodbye to people, we don't always know when we are going to see them again. On Saturday afternoon within the space of about two hours, I said goodbye to two of my friends, one for probably two years and the other for four months. The thing that was so unlike me is that I didn't get upset. Am I getting so use to saying goodbyes that I'm becoming jaded to the loss? Its becoming the norm that people I care about are spread out all over the world, and as we start to graduate its only going to become more so, and being finished school its not as if we are all going to end up back in Waterloo when our travels come to an end. The future is so unknown...

"It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out. I want to repeat one word for you: Leave. Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn't it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don't worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed."

I wasn't ready for it to be the last time...

I think I believed that if someone somewhere desired me that the memory of that experience would keep me from feeling alone. But instead the experience of having felt wanted makes the absence of that feeling that much more intense.

Leaving time again...

Tomorrow I move to Guelph to settle into another new house and start another new job. People keep asking me if I'm excited, but to be totally honest, I'm not. In fact, the pro's and con's of the situtation are pretty much even leaving me neither dreading or anticipating the change that I'm about to make. Despite all my doubts, the only thing that could have made the situation better is if I was in the same city as all my friends because this job is an amazing opportunity right out of school, it is in my field, it pays well, it is only a seven month contract which leaves my options open for next year, my apartment is a good price and its nice and clean and new looking. Plus, the whole situation has God's fingerprints all over it as it came to me so easily (when I usually struggle so much with finding a job) and I can't imagine that God would hand me all of this and move me to Guelph just to be unhappy. So, even though I'm not brimming with excitement at the moment, I'm going to trust that God has good things waiting for me...