Help?

Hey all who read this blog,

I'm planning to start a travel blog but also keeping this one as a personal blog. The travel blog will be maintained as semi-professional, anyone can read it. This one will be my random thoughts, unnecessary comments, and all-out rants (when necessary), which I find funnier and more enjoyable to read. But not necessarily appropriate for oh... say... my parents and professors. So here's the deal. I have to name the travel blog. I have no idea what to call it. So HELP? Any ideas? Just throw some out there. I plan on keeping this blog for all my travels, not just my 6 month adventure interning in Uganda. SO...

Restless At Heart
Small Girl, Big World
Where My Feet Take Me
One, Two, Three, GO

I don't know... the more I think about it, the more ridiculous the names seem to get... so I could really use your help!!

Bye Bye Boston

Well guys, I'm officially not a resident of Boston anymore. For now. I moved home today. 17 hours in a vehicle and bang, I'm back in Wisconsin, laying in my twin bunk bed. I do love this bed. I've had it since I was a very small person. I looked back at my posts about moving out to Boston and realized I have the same philosophy as I did when I moved before: Less is More. Obviously I didn't learn that. And obviously I have way too much junk. It's currently all sitting in the garage. I will have to go through it all tomorrow... aka today... I'm definitely dreading that task.

Sad/frustrating news: a bag of mine got crushed in the packing of the van. A bag that should not be crushed. It now has permanent wrinkles and will never be the same. I'm so sad.

I miss the people who touched my life in Boston already. Sigh.

Uganda... 1 week... Lift off will occur Thursday, July 8th. I have so much to do before I leave!!! I feel like I should make an Africa blog. So many people do it. I might as well follow the trend. I'm thinking: travel blog for anyone interested and keeping this one for random brain ramblings.

Okay, my brain is failing right now so I'm signing off.

Moving again...

As I put my life in boxes again, I would just like to state that I hate packing. I think it's one of the hardest things to do. Along with one of the boringest and most difficult. I have so much stuff!!! I'm moving again after less than a year here on the East Coast. 1st stop: Home in Wisconsin. 2nd stop: AFRICA.

If you live in the Midwest, I'll be around from Wednesday to July 8th. I'd love to see you

Africa's On My Mind

As I move forward with my plans to go to Uganda, I'm both excited and nervous. Having been there before, I thought it would be easier to pack and get ready. Not quite the case. Other than the fact that I didn't have to 90 new immunizations (turns out my international immunization card is fantastic, according to the doc), I have no idea what I'm doing. This time in Africa, I have to dress professionally for work. Which means I can't just run around in t-shirts and tanks. So what to wear? No idea.

The exciting aspect is I'm really pumped to leave the US. Home will always be home, but sometimes I get tired of the materialistic mentality. I'll admit that I fall into the trap: wanting nice stuff, really caring what I look like, etc etc etc. But the thing is when I'm in Uganda, I'll be trying to work for an organization to improve what they're doing for Ugandans. And I think that's really important. It will be rather different from just going to school in Boston and having running water.

The one thing I will miss while I'm gone is my avenues for sanity. AKA my good friends. Especially the ones that help ground me when I freak out or when I need to vent. Hopefully I can stay in touch with people, though my internet options will be spotty at best.

This morning I was laying in bed. Being lazy. And the apartment door opens. A guy goes: "Hello?" It was someone wanting to show our apartment. I had no idea that was happening today. I guess they always call my roommate's phone and she's not exactly IN the US right now, so I didn't know anything about the showing. Thus there's me... not very clothed (since it is my apartment and no one is ever around and I can do whatever I want when alone)... I was like: please hold on one second!!!! I threw some clothes on and then the guy showed the apartment to this girl who was carrying the ugliest rat-dog I've ever seen. But yes, that was my awkward morning. At least I wasn't doing anything inappropriate...

And one last thought. It's really hard not to having feelings.

Klutz, Kids, Etc

Today I managed to walk into a door and a sign hanging on the wall. Not at the same time. Door and doorknob were around noon. Sign was around 4pm. Klutz? Yes. And I have 2 bruises on my right arm to prove it.

Back in Boston... only a few weeks left. It's pretty crazy and intense. I have so much to do. But one thing I can officially cross off the list is buying my plane ticket. Yeeouch, clicking the pay button hurt. But I'm off to the continent of Africa!! I'm really excited, just a little stressed at the level of stuff that needs to get done as a result of me finally making a decision at the very last moment.

By the way, I hate children. A child sat behind me on my flight back to the East Coast. He kept kicking my seat, putting his feet up against the back and pushing. I really wanted to turn around and smack him. I restrained myself... his sister was sitting there wailing, screaming, and crying the entire flight. Awesome children in that family. Remind me never to fly with my own children if I have any, or if I do, I should drug them. 

Sleepy time... will write more again.

Uganda Bound

It's official, guys. I'm off to the continent of Africa for 6 months! I finally made a decision!!!

I will Always be a Midwest Girl at heart

Favorites:

TV Show: Glee. It's amazing.
Song: Need You Now- Lady Antebellum
Food: Watermelon
Thing to Buy: Shoes. Two pairs of heels since I've been home. I have a problem, but I'm okay with it.

Here's a story, friends, about when a guy pursues a girl... it went something like this:
His thoughts: "She's so cute. She's so nice. I want to ask her out. I just got her number. This means she's interested. What should I do? I know I walked her home... so do I lean in for a kiss? Crap, I'm so drunk. I can't think that clearly... Should I give her a good-bye hug? What should I do? Sh*t sh*t sh*t and NOW..."
ACTUAL ACTION: Gives her a High Five and leaves to go home... only to be so drunk he wakes up to find himself passed out on the hardwood floor and his wallet in the fridge.

Dear friend this actually happened to,
This is one of my favorite drunken, guy-pursuing-girl stories ever. Don't worry, I still like you.

I had the honor of seeing a wonderful friend this afternoon. I love her! Anyway, we were in VS. This is where I lost my sunglasses (SOB). But also where one of my favorite memories from the summer happened. It went something like this...
I'm trying on bras. My friend is trying on swimsuits. (PS she has uhhh-mazing abs.) We're talking about what bra I should get. I'm wearing one, we had been talking about my chest and boobs in general... then she proceeds to ask me about how it feels. Unsure of what she's talking about, I respond with: they feel fine, I never get back pain, Why? She goes: um... I was talking about the bra. And we proceed to LOL in the dressing room. It was way funnier had you been there with us... me shirtless, her just staring at me like I'm insane (which sometimes I might be). It kind of brought me back to the memories of us living together... when being shirtless was commonplace. The only thing we were missing today was S. I miss both of them so much; maybe someday we'll live together again! 

I love the Midwest. 

• Driving in a car in the suburbs
• I did get pulled over by a cop last night for being a complete idiot. Good thing I didn't get a ticket!
• My silly cat
• She's so cute! And rather demanding. I may also be slightly allergic... doesn't matter. I will pet her and love her anyway.
• Sleeping in a bunk bed 
• Or as my dad calls it: a bunker bed. The same bed I've been sleeping in for years... or for most of my life.
• Hanging out at the kitchen table in my pajamas
• I do it often when I'm home now. Including right now.
• Suburban malls
• I love them! Such a different feeling here... I have spent way too much money.
• Suburban Target
• I don't think this needs further details... self-explanatory 
• Wisconsin
• I love the Home of Beer and Cheese. Though I strongly dislike cheese. It's so strange and doesn't taste very good to me.  
• I swung by my high school today. Remodeled... it's just not the same. Those blue and yellow panels you used to have? Now that they're gone, I feel betrayed.
• Badgerland...
• LOVE!

 Home Saweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Home.