Monthly Archives: October 2010

Things I Love Thursday

Several bloggers I follow contribute to a little ring of weekly happiness called Things I Love Thursday. TiLT is a smorgasboard of what made you smile throughout the week; expressing gratitude for the little things you love in a big way! Here are some of mine. Happy Friday Jr.!


Enjoying the last few days of October.

Mmmm....caramel apples!

My favorite month is coming to a close, how did it come and go so quickly? I suppose I was too busy walking the streets of Portland, admiring pumpkins on porches and luminous leaves falling to the floor to realize how fast the days were flying by. As an attempt to clutch what’s left of October, I picked up caramel apple fixins at the market that will (hopefully) make their way into November.


  Piping hot tea.

Hot tea on a rainy day - perfecto!

It’s an addiction, really. I made the switch from coffee, not because of a conscious effort to nix caffeine, but because it gives me the shakes, which gives me the chills, which makes Portland feel COLDER than it already is, and we just can’t have that! Plus, “decaf coffee” is an oxymoron. Decaf tea, with all of its many colorful flavors, is delicious and soothing.


 My partner.

Awesome in a box.

My best friend. My lover. My teacher. How *amazing* is the dude who loves me so much and knows me so well that he brings me back a HELLO KITTY CUPCAKE MAKER from Germany?!? Every day I feel a little bit more blessed to have my perfect package — him! And such a good sport- he laughed when the cashier in Germany asked him how old his daughter was. (!)




 Living in the melting pot of LA, I ran with a few different circles of friends. Much of my happiness was attributed to plucking favorites from each group and getting them all in a room together – something I haven’t had the luxury of doing in a new city…until now. Last week I looked around as 3 of my amazing ladies, an old high school friend and a practical stranger laughed and clanked cocktail glasses together until the lights came on in the bar.


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Honorable mentions include…

*Halloween card from my Mom (real mail!) decked out with adorable stickers

*This pretty mind-blowing poetry read (“…This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in, about about women who will prowl 30 stores and 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but who haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how to wear joy…”):

*One of my favorite people is moving back to Portland!

*My kitteh Chicken, who always stretches her paw out over my wrist as if she wants to hold my hand (Maybe it’s in my head; either way, she’s adorable!)

*This Halloween playlist: I Was A Teenage Werewolf

*Having something to be grateful for, every minute of every day.


When was the last time you got the warm fuzzies over something, and what was it?


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Signed, Sealed, Delivered

I’ve been waiting for this as long as I can remember. More specifically, it was about this time last year when I told myself I was going to start religiously blogging my experiences. I never did, until this moment, and it feels euphoric.

Last October, I hit a wall. Mentally, professionally, socially — everything in my life felt like it was going nowhere. The roommate who was living with me at the time had been living in LA for only a few weeks, but the anxious, superficial nature of the city had started to drive her crazy almost immediately. “The traffic alone is enough to make someone go mental, and everyone seems like they are unhappy, just waiting for something great to happen and change everything” she said. In one sentence, she had described life as I knew it at 27, and I felt like a train hit me when I realized I had been that unhappy person, in my own hometown, for as long as I could remember.

By November I had resigned from my job and scribbled “MOVING DAY” in big red letters on my calendar. On January 15, all of my possessions were to be loaded into a U-Haul truck and I would be making my way to Portland, Oregon in the pursuit of new adventures, friends, seasons, inspiration and happiness. A month before I left, I set up this blog as a means of documenting my new adventures, but picking up my pen (and hands) was impossible and I constantly avoided it. Making a departure from family and friends who had become permanent fixtures on the shelves of my life was difficult, and I wish I had blogged about the transition I underwent while uprooting my life and detaching from everything I knew to be true.

Aside from being a huge procrastinator, I’m a slave to my own fear when it comes to writing, even though I know it has been my calling since I was a child. As a writer and general loudmouth throughout high school, I left an impression on my classmates, particularly one whom I recently reconnected with while she was here on business. “Why aren’t you writing? You have so much to say!” Heather said over dinner the other night.

“I, I don’t know. I mean I do, and I guess I’m just afraid.”

“What are you afraid of? You are SO creative, people will read if you write, if only because they are your friends and they love you!”

“I constantly think about running out of ideas, failure, judgement, and not being smart or interesting enough.”

“I know we haven’t seen each other in 10 years, but I know you, Casey. Just do it! What’s even worse than taking the chance is not taking the chance.”

She was totally right, it was nothing I hadn’t told myself before, but hearing that conviction come out of someone who has truly seen me and known me for almost 15 years resonated like a bell. The next couple of days, we walked and talked around the city, feeling like no time had passed since we last saw each other. Experiencing Portland with someone who had never been here before made me fall in love with it all over again, and justified my reasons for packing up and leaving Los Angeles.

New adventures…


Friends: Noel & Tanya


Seasons: Autumn leaves


Inspiration Street

…and happiness.

Happiness: I have!

My goal as a writer – bottom line – is connection. I plan to use this blog as a springboard for contributing to the wavelength of joy that makes the Universe go ’round. If I can relate to just one person, make someone smile, then everything else is just frosting on my cupcake. Thanks for reading.

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