Saturday, September 17, 2011

Olive Moments in Indigo Frames

Due to my unique life experiences, I've learned to love Indigo Frames. Rich moments. Full laughter. Floating down rivers between mountains and trees and jay bird skies. Big strong tears alone with the moon. Baby giggles and snotty kisses. Yelling at traffic jams. Late night hair dying. Wee hour t-shirted goodbyes. Getting lost in unfamiliar cities alone or accompanied. Whatever each particular day brings me. The past weeks of my life were Indigo Frames.

I'm moving to Ukraine next week. Six weeks ago, I quit my job, moved out of my house, and hit the road. I returned to my hometown a few days ago and now must pack up my belongings into two suitcases and two carry-ons. But that's not the point of this entry.

My point is to attempt to express appreciation for the shelter, food, love, therapy (retail and otherwise), adventure, laughter, hugs, kisses, and goodbyes bestowed on my life during my 34 days of roaming.

In 34 days, I made 21 stops to various loved ones. Friends from childhood, adolescence, and adulthood. Family members I don't get to see enough. Kind faces my eyes spent months or years missing. They took off work, bought dinner, made brownies, listened and laughed with me, loved me. Each arrival contained jumping-out-of-my-car excitement. After every departure, my gps spoke instructions over my tears.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you. For loving me. For opening your front door. Thank you for becoming the voices in my dreams and photos in my suitcase.

With that, I'll let you look at a few photographs.


This guy took off work and bought me dinner. 

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If my family was Catholic and I had godparents, it would be Dan and Deb Webster. Thanks for spoiling me!

Quick drive past the Bluegrass. 


The red wash. 

Sweetest couple. 


Celebrating Mimi's birthday with grandbabies. 

Each of these women bless my life. 


Pretty sure I wasn't supposed to be taking photos in this field but I did. 

Ben refuses to act his age. 

North Carolina. My cousin, Henry, carrying gravel for his dad. 

On top of Kings Mountain in Kings Mountain, NC. 


Refusing to finish. 

My aunt Lisa in all her glory: her animals, her salon, and her art. 

People from high school are even cooler as grown ups. 

Hannah helped with my Bowling Green withdrawal at the end of the trip by telling lots of silly WKU stories. Thanks for that. 

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