XXV

A couple days ago I looked at my phone and was caught by surprise at the date. May 20th. My birthday would be coming in 4 days. I think this may be the only time in my life that I was caught off guard by my own birthday. So many things have been happening.

In two days I will be 25. Twenty Five. One quarter of a century. XXV.

And I have no plans. Which! I'm not terribly upset about, but normally I am the kind of person who throws a big party. Last year two of my other friends shared the same birthday with me so the three of us had a big party. We ate food and drank and then we played capture the flag in the street with the added twist of water balloons. My team won!

It was a good time had by all!

This year will most definitely be different. Perhaps that is a good thing.

I have a very strange (read: boring) form of synesthesia in which I assign personalities to numbers. I have always done this, and never realized until a couple years ago that nobody else does and furthermore, there is a term for this odd thing I do.

The number 2 has always had a sheepish personality. A meek man, shy and complacent. The number 5 has always been named "Rita" and had a boisterous, loud, slightly obnoxious personality. She also tends to look down her belly at just about every other number except for 8 and 9 (nine because he's royalty and eight because he's rich and just as loud and boisterous as her). Yes I know I'm very strange. The two numbers together is kinda like the old Jack Sprat rhyme, "Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean, so betwixt the two of them they licked the platter clean".
So perhaps the age of a 25 is the age of finding balance?
Maybe this is the year where the extremes of my personality even out and congeal into a nice even pie?
My personal favorite is pumpkin. Not too sweet, with just a bit of spice. Mmmm...

Goodbye L.A., Hello WI!

Aaannnd.... We’re gone!
I’ve sold off all my stuff except for that which meant more than money to me and said my goodbyes to Los Angeles. It’s really happening!

I had many good times in Los Angeles and a ton of personal growth. However, there is something I don’t like about L.A. that I can’t quite put my finger on. I think it may have something to do with the way I see people change after moving here. We all change, but I don’t want to change in the way that I see people change in L.A. so I think it’s best that I leave this city of angels behind me. I don’t know yet if I’ll miss Los Angeles, but I will look back on the memories fondly for the most part and I’ll always appreciate the lessons I learned there and the growth I went through.

Quinn, Lucy and I bored a plane on May 7th and rode it out to Milwaukee, Wisconsin!
Quinn’s parents live about an hour outside of Milwaukee which I consider to be the country, but apparently they do not. Tomato/tomato, I suppose!

I think if you combined all the grass that Lucy has ever seen in her entire life it would still fall short of all the grass she is seeing now. She’s quickly become obsessed with gophers and squirrels. I think she’s having trouble understanding how the gophers keep disappearing by the time she gets to them.


Spring in Wisconsin is not quite as warm as I would have hoped but it’s certainly pretty.

From now until July 1st we’ll be planning the details of the initial leg of our trip, emailing farms, finalizing this and that, etc. We’ve only been here a week but we’ve already got Mexico and Belize all figured out.

Hopefully I’ll have some other stuff to talk about in the next two months! Oh, small town livin’!