Leaving comfort

TOday I move out of my Aunt and Uncle's house and over into the city proper with the great luxury of being within 5 minutes walk from the university. This is actually an extremely sad day. I feel like I am moving away from a great period in my life, short, yet extremely comfortable. For months before I moved up here I woried about staying with them, keeping my feelings of independance from my family, finding my own way, and being able to do what I wanted to do.

Right now, today I realize that family that understands the need to be solitary, understands the need for privacy, and respect are the ones who will let you keep your identity and not ask questions. THis is something I have not seen before in my family, and something I will strive to exemplify when I deal with other people.

If I wanted to not tell them a single detail of what I was doig they would not have made a fuss about it, one bit!

So after breakfast I head upstairs to pack my belongings and refill my car up to the brim with pointless things that I haven't opened out of their boxes yet, so why do I honestly need them?

I can't believe I have to move out, there is a part of me that kindof wants to just stay here the whole year. I mean I would save a boat load on food!!! ANd always feel wanted.

A brooha of Cincinnati

I am working from My uncle's older than dirt, which is actually my aunt's computer. Not my aunt who is married to my uncle, but the other aunt who lives in VIrginia and likes to blow things up. After eating extremely well here in KY, and crossin the river many times, I am getting used to thinking of myself as the youngest new faculty at UC. My first class teaching wise starts tomorrow, and I hope it goes extremely well. So far I have no key to my office, not a sign of a computer nor do I have the ability to print here at the uncle and aunts house. However with 7 cups of coffee in me today I can not sleep and well that just has to be fine. Images of this new place super soon. I promise.

Happy Last Day of Work, and Birthday!

Today is my last day of work, and my birthday. How amazingly smart of me to roll those two into one. I recieved goodbye and birthday cards in one, and food, because it is a big deal.

Last night after I finally fell asleep, I work up in shock thinking that I would miss my alarm this morning and miss my last day of work. Like I am that important here.

No one showed up for the tour today, and I escorted my new trainees around the building pointing out all the finner things that need to be shown to remain "on message."

Tonight I celebrate with my closest crew. The people here who I cry about when I think about leaving this city.

Who I wish to include to my party if I had a big one at my house.

The guy who works in the Indian Express Market who always calls me "Hollywood." He was a good friend and a good man.

The guy whom I walked down to Jail a few years back.

All of my teachers from every single class here that meant something to me. Sange, Seipel, Roth, Film History, etc.

All of the artists who will be showing in the new gallery I helped set up with Jerry Shapiro. (Please give that space a chance Richmond. He means really well!)

The lady who owns Halcion. She always remembers me.

The waitress at 821 who gives me a mug with my name on it.

All the grad students I graduated with.

I know there have to be more out there. I just can't think about who else.

Oh, All of the wonderful people I have met through knowing Julia. They have become my friends because they love me as they love her. (sorry I left you guys out until the end)

My Dad. I wish he had the ability to drive again, eat again, and talk to all my fiends about all the silly things I did as a kid. That would have been nice one more time.

Over The Rhine

Over The Rhine
Originally uploaded by MsCantBWrong.

Found this awsome photo on flickr as I looked up info about the neighborhoods I might be living in. Working the front desk in the afternoons now on my last week of my job at VCU. Trying hard to keep selling the school, keep the energy up, and doing everything in my power to not take on another task that will not get finished.

A few minutes ago another mother emailed to get an official fax sent to her daughter's school stating that, "yes she came on a tour, and yes you should excuse her from class." Back in my hometown you recieved three excused days for hunting and only one for visiting a college. I thing this relates to what Vaughn was talking about over on ourgoblinmarket.blogspot.com but this particular lack of support works only for the rural kids.

Can anyone name a building other than Chop Seuy Books that has allowed graffiti? Any that is good? Would this type of project encourage students creative skills? Yes.