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Hooray! Summer is here! And also boo because that means I am going to be dying from the heat. I love the gardening, the trips to the pool, and all of the summer festivals but at the same time I am living in the desert without any air conditioning. :/
Turns out I might not be living here for more than a couple more years. Maybe. I don’t know. My mom’s boyfriend has 40 acres up in Washington and I have been promised a log cabin of my own when the two of them move in together. The area is nice, very green, full of ponds, near a town, and not far from the ocean. In addition to that I was told that I could get my psychology degree up there.
But there are some down sides. I honestly have never lived outside of this state, I have never even been to Washington. I love the town I am currently in, I love its history, I love its culture. And did I mention that Washington has an ACTIVE VOLCANO, and is also littered with inactive ones. You know, that thing which has haunted my childhood nightmares since I was seven years old? Arizona has the San Francisco Peaks, which is sleeping, and also pretty far away from me.
On the other hand, having a nice little log cabin with my own garden has kind of also been my dream since I was that age. Yeah, I am torn.
I went swimming last Saturday. Didn’t stay more than a few hours but was very pleased with the exercise I got. I ended up straining something in my arm though, and it was so bad that I actually had to resort to using pain killers in order to sleep that night.
I also did a little bit of experimenting last week as far as cooking goes. First time I ever made a pizza on my own and it was delicious. It was a white pizza with a creamy garlic alfredo sauce, smoked provolone, mozzarella, a sweetened ricotta, and parmesan cheese with a drizzling of that Tuscan herb olive oil I bought last month. I thought it was pretty delicious. I tried making it again for my mom’s office and although they loved it, it didn’t taste as wonderful as the first one did. Then again I overcooked it a hair.
Turns out I might not be living here for more than a couple more years. Maybe. I don’t know. My mom’s boyfriend has 40 acres up in Washington and I have been promised a log cabin of my own when the two of them move in together. The area is nice, very green, full of ponds, near a town, and not far from the ocean. In addition to that I was told that I could get my psychology degree up there.
But there are some down sides. I honestly have never lived outside of this state, I have never even been to Washington. I love the town I am currently in, I love its history, I love its culture. And did I mention that Washington has an ACTIVE VOLCANO, and is also littered with inactive ones. You know, that thing which has haunted my childhood nightmares since I was seven years old? Arizona has the San Francisco Peaks, which is sleeping, and also pretty far away from me.
On the other hand, having a nice little log cabin with my own garden has kind of also been my dream since I was that age. Yeah, I am torn.
I went swimming last Saturday. Didn’t stay more than a few hours but was very pleased with the exercise I got. I ended up straining something in my arm though, and it was so bad that I actually had to resort to using pain killers in order to sleep that night.
I also did a little bit of experimenting last week as far as cooking goes. First time I ever made a pizza on my own and it was delicious. It was a white pizza with a creamy garlic alfredo sauce, smoked provolone, mozzarella, a sweetened ricotta, and parmesan cheese with a drizzling of that Tuscan herb olive oil I bought last month. I thought it was pretty delicious. I tried making it again for my mom’s office and although they loved it, it didn’t taste as wonderful as the first one did. Then again I overcooked it a hair.
