Haikuesday 07.12.16

The curtains balloon,

swelling with the summer breeze,

then deflate slowly.

Haikuesday 07.05.16

My blue bike rode slow.

challenged on the uphills by

heavy judo gis.

Haikuesday 06.28.16

On this balmy night,

young couples argue on stoops.

I chuckle softly.

Haikuesday 06.07.16

Air and sky are warm,

and softly coax into rest

the long summer night.


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Moving day.

June 4, 2016 1 comment

Today I say goodbye to my little apartment. During the past four years, my fourth floor walk-up has served as my West Philly hobbit hole– a tiny dry space to call my own and provide sanctuary. Today, though, I leave my hobbit hole and move just two buildings over to something new and bigger. After a year together, my boyfriend and I going to have a home to call our own.

I didn’t expect to be as emotional as I have been this final week in my apartment. I like new adventures and new phases. I am excited that Frank and I will finally be in the same county, living in the same city, sharing a home that’s big enough for us to have mat space to drill and train together. I think it’s going to be awesome. But several times this week, I looked around my apartment and felt sad. Like, this is it. Time to say goodbye. At first, I didn’t know what I was saying goodbye to, but I the best way I can put it is that I’m saying goodbye to some part of me.

I’ve lived alone for the past five years and spent four of them in the place I’m leaving today. While parents and teachers may have always described me as “independent,” when I started living in this apartment, I think that’s where I developed my strongest sense of self. I’ve written many times about my former long-term relationship and how I felt after I left it. I felt like I’d spent seven years half asleep. By the time I moved into this apartment, I’d been out of that relationship for two years and was just starting my social work career. I felt ready to swim across the ocean, regardless of the conditions.

In the four years that I’ve lived in my apartment, I learned that I like to make my bed each morning. I learned that I’m a pretty good baker. I’ve practiced my chin-ups and done countless kettle bell swings in my small living room. I’ve made it to judo and jiu jitsu after terrible work days and sought relief in an Epsom salt bath. I’ve spent Sunday afternoons sitting on my concrete slab of a back deck, sipping Mr. Brown iced coffee and listening to This American Life. I’ve eaten dark chocolate peanut butter cups in bed. I’ve collapsed in tears on the hard wood floor after long runs when I’ve been ignoring my feelings for weeks on end. I prepared my for first conference presentation on my couch. I developed incredible friendships. I grew closer to my family. I became a person I like.

So maybe I’m not saying goodbye to a part of me. Maybe I’m saying goodbye to a process. If I hadn’t spent the last few years on my own like this, I wouldn’t have been prepared to enter a relationship rooted in love and mutual support and respect. I don’t think I’d have been able to see all the good that Frank has, and I definitely would not have seen the good that can come from sharing your life with someone else.

Even as I write this, I’m still sad to say goodbye to this era in my life, but I know that I won’t stop growing. And now I have someone amazing in my life and we get to grow together. So in the next ten minutes after I post this, I’ll continue my Saturday tradition of going to the farmer’s market in Clark Park to get a bouquet of flowers. Today, however, I’ll put them in the window of our new home.



Haikuesdy 05.31.16

Thick air and street grit

coat my skin as I ride home.

My bike doesn’t mind.

Friends and tacos.

Last night was a perfect night. After a week of stressing and obsessing over all the things in my regular life and my work life, I needed to chill out. I hate that right now I’m one of those people that “live for the weekend,” but that’s where I’m at. Yesterday, I left the office at five o’clock, felt guilty for leaving on time at five o’clock, then annoyed at myself for feeling guilty for leaving work on time. I peddled home, got ready to go to open mat at the dojo, and then peddled on down to South Philly.

Admittedly, I don’t do a ton at open mat. Like a lot of clubs, our open mat is self-directed free practice for the judo and jiu jitsu students to drill techniques, trouble shoot problems in their game, and get in some extra sparring. It’s useful time to have. I’ve been lifting Friday morning before work, so I don’t have much to give by the time I get to open mat. I’ll work on a technique or two, roll for a couple sets, but that’s about it. Mostly, I go Friday nights because I want to see my friends. On Friday nights, no one has to rush right home afterwards since the weekend is here.

Last night, my friend Joy had her heart set on tacos and outdoor seating. I always have my heart set on tacos, so I was ready to help make her dream reach fruition. Joy, her BF who also trains, me, and our buddy and his GF headed over to my neighborhood in West Philly to this little taco spot. We got some cold beers from the little bottle shop around the corner, sat outside with our tacos and burritos, and chilled out. Since the night was so nice, we headed over to Clark Park, and sat outside, drinking beers and loitering like a lot of teenage hooligans. It was great. We talked about serious stuff, like our families, and dumb stuff, like the Renaissance Fair. After a while, it was time to head home. I felt so relaxed and content. I had this little flicker run across me signaling that my life is pretty good. Things are hard right now, but if I can eat a bunch of tacos and sit in a park on a Friday night, talking and laughing with friends, I’m doing alright.

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