tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23178214198378018342024-03-19T14:50:10.303-07:00Krista's Stateside Scribbles"Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living." –- Miriam BeardKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384974768865139120noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317821419837801834.post-70358510016377565362009-02-16T21:00:00.000-08:002009-02-16T21:17:00.224-08:00Moving Day, Part 2I am sitting on MY couch, in MY living room, in MY apartment and boy does it feel good. I am surrounded by boxes waiting to be unpacked, have their contents organized and put away after two years of being in storage. This morning it looked as if the rain would make this move worse then all of my "hottest day of the year" moves. But after the first load was in the rain let up and besides some small rain bursts all my stuff was successfully moved into my new place with the help of some very wonderful people. So which is worse you might ask, the rain or the heat? If it's actually raining I think the rain is worse but it was nice for the first time not to be drenched in sweat from moving. All in all a very gratifying yet exhausting day!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384974768865139120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317821419837801834.post-79155749470195789382009-02-15T14:26:00.000-08:002009-02-15T14:33:14.051-08:00Moving DayTomorrow is Moving Day. And for the first time that I, or my Dad, can remember I am not moving on the hottest day of the year. Instead it looks like I will be moving in the rain. So I guess I will see what is worse. While my moving day may be wet it looks like I'll have it better than the picture below. That looks more like my moving day last August when I was leaving Bilamperga. Ahh, found memories!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM36nsNr0iHT_jODsS-OH0HN0-wF9SLtdeff4rVQGtxEM0hIaJR-wmwCrV9GUisMAbMMHdGeGvu7MJj7L9RfsmrQEErawMnFSX_AfiJnHSECFUOcvYp7ISMMAcn1TTWbwJCzhwi7qp9MAy/s1600-h/Moving+day.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM36nsNr0iHT_jODsS-OH0HN0-wF9SLtdeff4rVQGtxEM0hIaJR-wmwCrV9GUisMAbMMHdGeGvu7MJj7L9RfsmrQEErawMnFSX_AfiJnHSECFUOcvYp7ISMMAcn1TTWbwJCzhwi7qp9MAy/s320/Moving+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303155507691334386" border="0" /></a>But all things considered I am glad I will be finally getting my own place and getting all my long lost possessions out of storage!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384974768865139120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317821419837801834.post-60859120707855863442008-10-23T21:19:00.000-07:002008-10-23T21:31:11.759-07:00Mendocino Coast Furniture Makers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjn3i3VbdSozlnhCvL3uf5WJB_Np-QYJXurN06P9zUHsdFStbOKB6S44VvjUmb5VLoBnauY-2isl5gPXI7EVMYodizKzA9OvR9uIHVMFh5lhmKYhWDYmDJe4xskbvEVe54qM3roTtNtPr_/s1600-h/f155ff13a4cf6353fc187377747824d6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjn3i3VbdSozlnhCvL3uf5WJB_Np-QYJXurN06P9zUHsdFStbOKB6S44VvjUmb5VLoBnauY-2isl5gPXI7EVMYodizKzA9OvR9uIHVMFh5lhmKYhWDYmDJe4xskbvEVe54qM3roTtNtPr_/s320/f155ff13a4cf6353fc187377747824d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260570714643580642" border="0" /></a><br />I just got back from the opening of the Mendocino Coast Furniture Makers show at the B. Mori & Co. showroom in San Francisco. Now I am not usually one to plug different events and tell you all to go but if you like woodwork this is an amazing show. Tonight, being opening night, we had the added benefit of meeting the artists and munching on cheese and grapes and wine. But even without all those extras it is definitely worth checking out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguplM4OYQ7u22gLvYwg72IemX5czUYtOlyA_6twJOdNW2lLcyl1INIpn9mHnPrVEnkS2tRifDnjnaJM74gipFkCT6PvAqRBWllI3G3fTqbxfuwrjWcFfYn6SKV7bxH6neB729XyZAjvddw/s1600-h/03b59149ecf2869e21ffa001c4e6dcaa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguplM4OYQ7u22gLvYwg72IemX5czUYtOlyA_6twJOdNW2lLcyl1INIpn9mHnPrVEnkS2tRifDnjnaJM74gipFkCT6PvAqRBWllI3G3fTqbxfuwrjWcFfYn6SKV7bxH6neB729XyZAjvddw/s320/03b59149ecf2869e21ffa001c4e6dcaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260573118166758690" border="0" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384974768865139120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317821419837801834.post-86603864077031978832008-10-07T20:24:00.000-07:002008-10-07T20:35:13.264-07:00Another year older, another year......wiser? I don't know if that is true. Yesterday I turned 26. Am I wiser than I was two days ago or even a year ago? My life is definitely different today than it was a year ago. I've gone from living in a small Burkinabe village<span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"> (where I had a two bedroom house) to my parents' couch in Felton. But then again I do get to use a real toilet here. I finished up the end of my Peace Corps service, said goodbye to friends, packed my things and returned to the states. So, here I sit looking for jobs, playing on the computer and trying to figure out where my life is going. Do I join main stream America and get the highest paying job I can? Do I look for a job more personally fulfilling? Do I try to travel? Do I try to find a way to go back? It's said that the more you know, the more you realize you don't know. So maybe I am wiser, but that doesn't make me any less confused. Any words of wisdom?</span>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17384974768865139120noreply@blogger.com2