It's snowing!

Not that that is at all a new or exciting sight for me, I just happened to look out my window and see this though.

So, not really feeling in an extraordinarily creative mood, but a little bit about how I spent my weekend.

Determined to pick up some necessities I'd been neglecting buying (read: hangers), I headed out Saturday morning to go to a Kmart I had spent a decent amount of time at on Monday while killing an hour or two before going to an evening event in Manhattan. So, Saturday I went back to pick up some things on a mental list in my head that I had been feeling a need for. Some of the things I purchased: trash liners for our kitchen trash can (we had been reusing plastic bags), hand soap, a cutting board, and about 30 hangers. The hangers were by far the most worthwhile purchase (although the cutting board is also very nice) since without any real furniture, my clothes didn't have a lot of places to go. Now I was able to hang up the majority of my tops and store the rest in an under the bed storage box left by a previous roommate (of course with no bed, it is just in the corner of my room). My next goal is to get a mattress and some bedding for that, and also a dresser. At that point I will be in pretty good shape.

Saturday evening one of my roommate's friends knew a DJ who would be at a bar in the next neighborhood over, so I tagged along with them where we ended up meeting three Australians. When explaining to one of them where I work and what I do, he replied, "Oh yeah, I think I've seen their ads on the subway." Which I appreciated hearing, because sometimes I wonder how many people actually read the ads on the trains.

And finally, today was a bit more relaxing (but still exhausting). I ended up checking out St. Patrick's Cathedral for Mass, which I think would be incredibly large to most people, but lately I've been playing a game where I think how many Our Lady of the Assumptions (my church in Booneville) could fit into a given church in New York. For example, St. Francis, the church right next to my office, I've decided, could fit somewhere between eight to 10 Assumptions. St. Patrick's could probably fit about 100. So I just couldn't get over how enormous the place was. I think I am going to keep exploring the city's churches though.

After Mass I forced myself to go grocery shopping since I had been just running to the organic store around the corner for 1 or 2 meal shops. So I decided I would stock up a little. Except that I have no car and it is about a 2 block walk to the grocery store. Granted, this is not very far ... but it seems much farther when you decide to buy 3 1/2 gallons of juice and milk, eggs, an assortment of canned goods and other miscellaneous foods. Thankfully, it managed to all fit into the two reusable shopping bags I'd stashed in my purse.

So now, I guess I'm ready for the start of yet another week in New York City...

Just some of the amazing things I've seen

I know I should probably write something about how my actual life here is going, but in the interest of time (and the fact that I don't know if I'm in the mood to write something of any sort of length), I thought I would share some of the unusual things I've seen over my first two weeks of living in New York.

This first is a picture I took in Target in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen: an escalator for carts!


This one is from my ride home on the subway today. I didn't even notice it at first, but after a stop or two I looked over and noticed that a man sitting not too far away from me had the most enormous, what was I'm guessing a, stand-up bass. I just can't imagine lugging it on and off the trains, so I had to take a picture.


And lastly, because I was shocked to see how large the monitor is to my beautiful Mac at work:

And five months later, I've finally found it

Almost five months ago now, I had the realization that I was ready for what was next in my life. Or at least I thought I was ready for what was next.

Late one night during Holy Week last year, I was finishing up a turn as guardian of the Eucharist in a span of Adoration at my small church in Booneville. Seeing the next guardian was there, I quietly finished my prayers and headed outside to drive our big blue van back to our house. I was only slightly aware that another woman from the church, who I had only spoken with on one or instances before, had followed me out. As I was unlocking the van, she approached me and said there was something she felt she needed to tell me. Her insight for me was to "be prepared for the journey ahead of me." She of course, could not tell me what exactly this referred to. Originally I thought maybe it was in reference to what was to come with my summer with YouthWorks! in Booneville (thinking it would be yet another challenge — of course if you read my previous blog you would know it was quite the opposite). As I wrote the previous reflection, I thought maybe the "journey" she referred to had to do with the experience I would have coming home and searching for a job. I think I was still only partially right. Let me share some of my past months' journey with you.

At the beginning of October, I received an email from a former boss and mentor of mine about a potential job. We had met a month or so prior in an attempt to soak up some of her wisdom on finding a job in Cincinnati, so she knew I was looking. As I began scanning over the text on my BlackBerry, my excitement quickly faded as I read the details of the job. It was for the Holy Name Province, which was exciting, but I knew immediately that would mean having to move to New York City. I briefly considered not applying, but, I remembered a phrase my friend Courtney sometimes said when I was trying to figure out who to take to our high school dances — beggars can't be choosers — and decided I couldn't yet rule it out. And anyway, what does it hurt to apply? (At that point, my many applications had not lead to any fruition.)

So I applied, and told my mentor of this, and she wrote a very kind recommendation for me. I waited, and several weeks later, I woke up to my phone ringing with a phone number I was not familiar with. I did my best to shake off that just-woke-up sound to my voice and talked briefly to the woman who would eventually become my new boss. We briefly discussed the possibilities of me coming to New York for an interview, and she said she would be in touch.

Over the following months I took a whirlwind trip to the city, waited a lot, put together some writing samples for a newsletter, had a phone interview, and waited more to hear. And finally, on the eve of New Year's Eve, I was offered the position.

So, was that a journey? Absolutely. But I think the journey I needed, and still need, to be prepared for is the one that is yet to come. By the end of this month I need to find a place to live and pack up my life and hope that one (or both) of my parents will take off work and help me move to a somewhat scary new city, just in time to turn 24 and start a my first "real" job just days apart.

So if anyone actually reads this, that is the reason for the change in title for my blog. But more importantly, if you could just be in prayer for me and my ever-evolving journey.