Phase Three
I’m an introvert- that’s not debatable. When it comes down to it, I need a lot of alone time and plenty of space to think. So, for those of you who know this about me, here’s a head trip: Jon and I are moving in together. Alison is going back to the states in March, so Jon and I are starting to look for a house. He thinks I’m OCD and I think he smokes too much; he hates my pickle addiction and I wish he would stop sweating through the sheets, but I’m more than sure about doing this.
Going with the theme of change, the school year is almost over and I’ve decided to take a full-time job at the magazine, meaning I will not only be a writer, but an editor as well. Working for a travel magazine is always something I kind of fantasized about, but never thought to actually try, so I’m pretty stoked about the chance to do it- at least at this stage in my life. I’m going to miss my students like hell, but with the year ending, I feel this is a good time to try something new.
With all the changes, I’ve also decided to finally start volunteering for the Soi Dog Foundation, which takes care of the stray dogs all around Phuket. Finally, a legitimate means to feed and smother the dogs around here. Kait, Lex, you know how I am, forcing the poor dogs to spoon me while I creepily declare my love for each and every one of them. And then, of course, demanding that they love me back... 'love me, love me!'
I'm sorry I didn't post in so long, but Mom, it doesn't mean I'm dead if I don't update my blog frequently. I'm fine- happy and (somewhat) healthy- so no need to worry.
p.s. Trainie. (ahem) You.... you light up my life....you light up my days...and fill my nights with song...(No one says it how it is like that Debbie Boone).
And Little Lise, keep on trucking and come back to Phuket!
posted by Christine Murray @ 6:03 PM
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While reading your email, I fell off my chair in shock, and knocked my hand against the desk behind me catching a spoon which flew off the table, across the room to the fuse box and shorted out the entire 12 floors of the building causing hysteria throughout and everyone fled into the stairwell (and some fell and were trampled) and everyone rushed out of the building, into the street where a tractor-trailer was coming down broadway and had to come to a screeching halt to avoid all the people, turned over and collided with the diryt-water-hot-dog and coffee carts on the street, en route to crashing into the bottom floor of my building, which came crumbling down and knocked over the building next to it which knocked over the building next to it (think dominos) and then fires started and everyone jumped into the water and swam to brooklyn and seriously, you've caused a national crisis! So I'm lying in my hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and typing with one hand (because the rest of my limbs are broken suspended in slings) and despite all the crisis you've caused in NY, I'm really excited for you:)
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