Archive for July, 2006

Signing off

31 July 2006

As soon as I complete this post, my desktop computer will be cruelly ripped from my hands and packed into a box where it will remain for nearly three months.

The separation anxiety has already begun.  If it weren’t for the laptop that will thankfully be in the carry-on luggage, I would already be on the floor twitching and drooling.

I will miss my computer very much.  It’s been the link to my friends and the means of every completed story I’ve ever had the guts to share with the world.  It will be a long three months before I can happily unpack it in a new home across the ocean.

This may be the last post I make for a few weeks.  Wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed on the slim chance that I get my desktop in maybe only two months.

Belladonna signing off…

Moving sucks!

30 July 2006

That sums it all up.  Moving just sucks.  Packing, cleaning, sorting, re-packing and then not having quite enough room.  Aaaaahhhhhhh! 

I can’t wait to be done with it all.

Three more days. 

Not helping

28 July 2006

We’re in the middle of a major move.  I’ve done way too many loads of laundry and divided my wardrobe into what I can and absolutely cannot live without for three months.  The suitcases are getting packed now.  And Bishop and Willy are most definitely NOT helping, but they are having fun burrowing in clean clothes and claiming the suitcases as their own. 


Catnip Anyone?

27 July 2006

Willy is insane.  And this picture proves it.  My little one-eyed wonder is constantly doing strange things.  I just happened to get lucky and capture it on film.

Yes, that really is his tongue. 

Long Flight

27 July 2006

I just got home from a series of long flights and tough travel.  While bored on the plane, I snapped a few shots out the window and I’m pretty happy with how well my little camera did.

And this one was part of the storm that meant being diverted and then sleeping in the airport to catch a flight the next morning.  Not fun.

Protected: There’s no such thing as going back home.

21 July 2006

This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Chasing Shadows

20 July 2006

I recently took a long overdue trip back to my alma mater, the illustrious WPI in the not so illustrious city of Worcester.  There were a lot more things to do as a student than a tourist.  I did, however get the chance to visit most of the old haunts. 

The campus has seen a bit of growth.  One parking lot has grown into an admin building and a much beloved lawn has been cut away to make room for a campus center.  While the center is very nice and a much nicer spot to hang out than the Wedge.  I will always love the places that were mine more than anything new.  And my inner dryad will lament the loss of the lawn and trees forever.

My old neighborhood is still a very questionable area, but there have been some definite improvements.  The “crack house” is gone and appears to be a respectable home now.  And a few of the old haves have been demolished for a very swank set of new small apartments with reserved covered parking.  My old building appears unchanged and according to the mailbox was still co-ed. 

I spent the morning visiting the art museum home of one of my favorite places.  And one of the most naturally calming places I’ve ever been:  The Chapter House.  It was a tiny haven of peace against the chaos inherent in college life.  Even now, the memory is a soothing balm to raw nerves.

And, of course, no visit would be complete without a jaunt up to Bancroft Tower.  I can’t count the number of nights we spent at the top gazing out at the stars.  It had the best view in the city and the added thrill of trespassing after hours.  It was a right of passage.  And it’s full of memories.

Everywhere I went was full of memories.  I saw shadows of my younger self peeking around corners.  On campus she was leaning against the rail at the  Alden loading dock waiting for a Masque meeting to start, taking a break from a read-through.  She was in my old apartment window watching the shade of Chucky skip merrily home.  She was in my old room still crying over her first broken heart.  I caught a glimpse of her peering out from the heights of Bancroft Tower surveying the world with her three cohorts. 

And I’ve realized that she’s still in me.  The six years since leaving WPI haven’t changed me much.  It was those four years there that made me who I am.  My whirlwind trip was too short to see everything or everyone that I’d hoped to, but I saw enough to stop chasing the shadows of my college self and find her still in me.