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275. LVA.

I usually try to swing by my high school when I’m home, but I’m not sure I’m going to get the chance to this trip.

Still got a little taste of it when I met up with friend Katie for karaoke (after a lovely dinner with friends Rachel and Justin). She and I sang a couple duets, which resulted in the karaoke host asking if we went to LVA (since we obviously have the loveliest voices). It’s been eight years since I graduated, but I’ll still proudly tell people that’s where I went (and I do).

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274. Old friends.

Spent the afternoon catching up with friends Vanna and Nicole, both of whom I’ve known for the past 12 and 11 years, respectively.

With Vanna, it was the chance to catch up in the days before her wedding, which I’ll be attending on Saturday. I last saw her when she stopped by D.C. prior to moving to South Korea for a year. We rode the High Roller and sat around drinking coffee on a part of the Strip that neither of had seen before.

With Nicole, it was more of a life review while we ate ramen, as I haven’t seen her in five years. Our lives have changed drastically since then, and we’ve probably matured a ton since the days when we would chatter over the phone about trig homework and boys and the newspaper. But the dynamic between us has remained the same.

There’ll be more encounters like this over the next few weeks. It’s only the beginning.

And on that note, I’ve actually booked my rental car and my return ticket back to D.C. See, I *am* going back.

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273. Grandpa.

Fell asleep before I did yesterday’s post. Boo.

It was my grandpa’s 83rd birthday, so my parents and I went to my grandparents’ house for dinner. Apparently, they did not remember I was supposed to be in town this week, which made my appearance a pleasant surprise.

There was food and lounging and piano playing and only a few questions about why I’m here and when am I going to move back West. I can’t say this enough — I love being home.

And happy birthday, Grandpa!

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272. To-do.

Finally got to Vegas this morning after spending the night in Phoenix.

It’s the first time I’ve been home this year. Given that 2014 has been a long, long haul, it’s a relief and a comfort to be here.

I started rifling through my nightstand — one I’ve had since I was 8 — when I rediscovered the three pieces of paper that contain the life to-do lists I wrote for myself as a teenager. This happens every time I’m home, because I’ve placed them in a spot where I’m bound to look.

Still, it’s always nice to find them, read them over and see if I’ve managed to accomplish anything on them since I last took a look. Of the more than 120 things listed, I’ve done 42 of them (mind you, they’re generally not terribly exciting things; I’m just very fond of lists).

This time around, I checked off No. 80: Go to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.

Noted some of the ones that might happen while I’m on my road trip in a few weeks. May as well try to get more things done.

 

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271. Delays.

Currently sitting on my flight to Phoenix after being delayed for more than an hour. Will likely miss connection to Vegas, and since it’s the last flight out, might not be there until sometime tomorrow.

At least I have nowhere in particular to be?

Traveling is fun.

Two other things:

1) Took an architecture boat tour in Chicago, just like that one scene in My Best Friend’s Wedding when Julianne totally misses her opportunity to tell Michael she’s in love with him. The moment just PASSES HER BY.

2) Will have to write something more heartfelt about ONA this year, but I’ll leave that for a more empty day.

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266. Ready.

Leaving town tomorrow. Don’t know exactly when I’ll be back. Trip has morphed into what friend Juana is calling #yuppiequest. I figure as long as I don’t read any Kerouac, I won’t be a total 20-something cliche, right? Right?

As I am reading Outlander, I’ve got a motto for whatever this is:

Je suis prest.

Translation: I am ready.

Here we go.

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265. Dinner.

Had dinner with (now former) coworkers Manuel, Annie and Hannah. Today was my first Monday of not having anywhere to be, and I realized how much I’ll just miss chatting with them every day about the most random topics (really, I’ve always thought our corner of the office was the best corner of the office). But we have vowed that we will get together again when I get back, and I’m going to hold them to it.

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264. Lauder.

Spent the day with friend Amy 1 (whose last name is the title of this post) to celebrate her birthday, from diner breakfast to Outlander to beer to Thai food. Has it really been eight years since we fell into the same friend group, six years since we were first roommates, four years since I moved away and a year since she moved here? Where does the time go?

Happy birthday, friend.

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261. Job.

In 18 hours, I will not have a job.

What a terrifying thought.

I was about to start writing about the last time I left a job without having something else lined up — 2008, left the Sagebrush, landed at Nevada Humanities a little more than a month later, and most of that time was spent in Las Vegas for Christmas break — and then I realized something. Even then, I had a little bit of a backup plan. I’d been working part-time at the Reno Gazette-Journal for three months at that point and figured I might be able to get more hours if necessary.

So basically, the last time that I didn’t have even an inkling of employment was when I was 17 and hadn’t left for college and was still living at home.

Well then.

My current circumstances are obviously quite different. I’m an adult (hard to believe, still true). I live very, very, very far away from my parents and family. I’ve worked full-time in the journalism industry since I was 21. Outside of work, I’ve built myself a life in D.C., one rich with friends and experiences.

And after all that, I find myself asking a question that I haven’t really had time to ask in a while — now what?

I have no idea. Really.

But I’ll figure it out. And whatever it is, it’ll be OK.

Onward.

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