Dreams...

Last night for the first time in a long time I had a dream that I can remember...I got married. Perhaps we can attribute this to all my readings of bridal magazines (in preparation for an interview), online searches for non-traditional engagement rings (out of boredom), and talking with friends of what our weddings would be like, but in any case I had the dream. It went something like this:

I was getting ready, putting on my dress, and I remember feeling that my friends didn't know who I was marrying. I didn't tell them for fear of their disapproval based on past conversations we had about my future husband. There was a slight pang of anxiety there, but I was really happy to be marrying my love and knew that it was meant to be. Then I was with him, both in our full wedding attire smiling and feeling deeply in love, and this guy, my love and husband was none other than my good friend! My friends and family surrounded us all bedecked in beautiful shades of blue, but my friends were stunned at who my love turned out to be. Some with questioning looks in their eyes that betrayed the smiles on their lips. I didn't care though because I knew this was destiny. I was enraptured, enveloped in his gaze, warmth, and love...then I woke up.

It seems highly bizarre looking back on it, but it felt great. What does it mean? Am I secretly in love with my friend? Am I looking for love...lifelong love? Or am I just lonely looking for something to take the feeling away? Who knows...if you can decipher dreams, I'm open...let me know what you think or if you've had any dreams you want to share.

Can you read me?

Sometimes I feel like people don't understand me...

I'm a pretty transparent person in the sense that you can generally tell what I am thinking by the look on my face. But sometimes I think people read those looks incorrectly. I am a thinker, I always have been since as long as I can remember, and my mom will tell you the same thing. And when I'm thinking I have that wrinkled forehead, crease between the eyebrows, worried eyed look, but some people interpret that to be sadness, anger, or frustration. Sometimes a girl is really just thinking. And my intonation...I try to be upbeat all the time, and often times people interpret that as lack of concern or being un-empathetic, I'm not, I'm just trying to put a positive spin on things.

Anyway, thoughts from the peanut gallery...oh, and interesting developments to come soon...don't hold your breath though, you might pass out.

What a week...

Again, its been a while, but what can I say, long trying days and short nights with little sleep...

Anyhow, so here's some food for thought: I love reading, I guess I always have, but in college was slightly derailed by all the textbooks. Since college, I have definitely dug in and read a good number of books, my current selection is The Shadow of the Wind by Juan Carlos Ruiz, an excellent read. I'm only about halfway through it, but I love it already. It's beautifully written with a complex intertwining story that keeps me turning the page. I would highly recommend it to anyone looking for a new book. Other favorites are, of course, Nicholas Sparks. I've read all his fiction, leaving only his non-fiction Three Weeks with My Brother. I read the excerpt this morning, and I definitely have to pick it up once I'm done with my current read. I have also started reading Wicked by Gregory Maguire. It takes a little while to get into, but I've been told once you do, it turns out to be a great novel. Oh, and as I've mentioned before, Paulo Coelho has entered my reading repertoire. My next read from him will be Zahir. So as you can see, I have my hands and mind full with books and reading.

I'd be interested to know what any of your favorites/recommendations are. Leave a comment and I'll post the results. Toodles!

Michigander or New Yorker??

Sorry it's been soo long since I've last written. I've been taking full advantage of my one entire week off of work. I didn't wear a watch, I didn't care what time I went to bed...or got up for that matter, and I most of all didn't think about work as much as possible! It was very relaxing and a little disappointing at the same time.

Why disappointing? Well, people who I thought were my friends basically disowned me from my hometown. Not HS friends, they were wonderful and we had a great time watching the game, catching up, and drinking beer. Mostly other "friends." They kept calling me an out-of-towner when I've spent almost my whole life in Michigan, which really hurt. I guess that's the affirmation I needed to get that New York residency and NY driver's license. Michigan, it seems, is no longer home. It will always be "home sweet home" and the place where my parents live but now, for all intents and purposes, NYC is my home. I guess it's about time, I've lived here for over a year which is longer than I've lived anywhere since I graduated from college.

Anywho, I'll always be a Michigander (hehehhe...Michigeese, get it??) but now home is New York.