Last Sunday’s thrifting excursion yielded a stained glass votive holder, an antique chair with a yellow cushion, a huge (HUGE), light-up globe that still has the USSR on it and a small bell jar with a cork stopper that, once opened, smells instantly of old lady: flowers… powder… and the feel of warm, musty closet.
Oh, I got a silk dress, too. A military-cut olive green one with shoulder pads pinned inside. Even without the pads it looks very Working Girl 80s and I can’t wait to wear it tomorrow to the office, complete with Mom’s old Anne Klein safari print scarf and my clunky suede wedges that are not all too comfortable to walk in. But oh how they rock.
What was it about winter that put a stop to my Tumblr postings? A quick chat this afternoon with an old colleague from Manila brought me back to my senses:
“Where’s that diary thing of yours, I miss reading it.”
Spring is here after a long winter that covered everything I was just getting to know in thick blankets of snow. It’s all gone now, revealing a bigger and wider and brighter world I’m starting to, slowly, grow to like. I’ve come to acquire the hardy skin of a Midwesterner, basking in 40-degree weather as happily as if I was at the beach, skipping the coat or sweater and, on some days, even going bare-legged. Work is going extremely well and I thank my lucky stars daily. I love my apartment, my hardy wagon, runs to Costco and the charming scene downtown.
Who knew that I’d end up as an ambassador of sorts for the sleepy city of Omaha? Low unemployment, friendly laid back people, low costs of living for the space you get… and house parties that bring me straight back to my college days at UP.
Some things never change.