thoughts on home and 'home' and lebron

yo team

légionnaires with axes

lebron came back to cleveland last week.

i'd love to say that i know exactly how to approach lebron's return, and that my facebook and sports and winter break and suburban upbringing affinity to cleveland has endowed me with an indelible sense of place in which i not only have a finger on the pulse of the city, but am the pulse itself.  i want to hop onto the narrative of current vogue in the national media and say things like cleveland is the next williamsburg and claim this narrative as true.

milestone #2: got my luggage

thought i'd wait until a good landmark to throw up an update, and finally receiving my long-awaited luggage seemed like as good of a milestone as i was gonna get.

thank god.  it had been nine days and many unanswered calls and emails from the baggage delivery service and icelandair.  maybe someone was on strike -- that happens here.  having expressed my displeasure, however, i maintain that everything comes with a silver lining.  i had to borrow clothes from my grandfather, a splendidly dressed man, and saw my stock skyrocket in the 60-80 year old french female demographic.  the numbers were through the roof, really.

beginnings and endings // internet couples getting pagan married in iceland

i just graduated from college, and then i took a california-to-cleveland-via-the-southern-united-states / great american send-off road trip, and then i had a dentist appointment and unpacked and repacked, and then i moved to france.

i haven’t really reflected on any of these things (except the road trip: nashville made me understand country music, los angeles still isn’t that tight -- maybe i’ll write a rewind post on it later; and the dentist appointment: no cavities = no stress, ty dr. katzel).  i considered really thinking through the past four years and the decisions that went into my choice to flee to europe and having the first post of this (cleverly titled and culturally relevant but not cliché) blog thoroughly and exhaustively lay out these thoughts, but i doubt i’d be able to do it all justice right now and i anticipate they will come in spurts and blurts and filters and tangents.  instead, i’ll write stories and thoughts and streams of consciousness as they come.