I'm off to travel the world on my own now. As Edward Murrow used to say:
"Good night and, Good luck."

One week and counting..

It has been over nine years since I was there last, and I've missed it more than almost anything.



Honest to god, I can feel it straight down to my bones.. that sort of longing that you cannot shake, attempt to distract from, or even water down.. It's just raw desire that cannot be quenched until you jump into the ocean that contains the essence of what you seek.

The smell, the beauty, the bustling of the people..

Watching Japanese tourists get eaten alive by pigeons after they've tossed bread crumbs all over themselves in the middle of St. Mark's Square.



A lot of people say it's a tourist trap this, or overpriced that.

But this feeling, I just cannot expound how it's not just the masks and the romanticism of the city. It's just something there that I've never been able to feel or capture anything close to it anywhere else in my life. And I can feel it from the Grand Canal to the lowliest backstreets, to the murkiest gutters. I felt something stir within me the minute I stepped off the train when I was a child.

Now I'm a woman...

I wonder if the city that I've loved and desired so long waited for me as well.

Whenever I'm in a foul mood, there's a few surefire things that will generally cheer me up almost instantly. One of them in particular is Ferry Corsten. Not only is a musician that creates music that I've dearly loved for most of my life, but he's a human being to look up to and admire.

Like so ----->

I didn't know this before I opened my mailbox today, but there is a group named unicef which consists of a large group of world renown DJs that donate their time and efforts through tickets, original recordings, and so many other things towards poverty-stricken children world-wide. Here stands Ferry in a soccer jersey from his hometeam of the Netherlands that he has signed. Several of these DJs took the time to sign these shirts and pose in them except for a few who just sent them in.. *cough*Tiesto/PaulVanDyk*cough* Sadly enough, the auction ended on eBay before I could get to it. But here's a man that has been going back and forth endlessly across the globe for the past three years on tour, releasing two award winning albums, he's married and he STILL finds time to donate to charity and even reply to silly little American girls who write to him.. *whistles innocently*

I've met this man, I've interacted with him in person.. and he's one of those people that will look you straight in the eye (well, sort of.. he's like six inches shorter than me and I'm 5'8") and honestly listen to every word you have to say unless he can't hear you.. then he'll ask you to repeat what you said until he hears every word. That's saying a lot considering that he's astoundingly famous throughout Europe, Asia, and South America (he's steadily becoming bigger in America, truly) and rich beyond all measures that I can calculate. Yet, he still finds the time to remember his fan's names at concerts and speaks to them personally. One girl has followed him all over the globe from America to the Middle East, to the far reaches of Europe and he makes certain to find her in the crowd every time so he can say hi.

People like Ferry are so rare. One day I'll have his kind of integrity and compassion.

Housesitting again.

This time I'm in one of the beautiful Victorian Houses in the Avenues of Salt Lake City.

In reguards to old Victorians, I've always admired them, especially the ones amongst this neighborhood. However, they are notorious for being incredibly expensive to purchase and upkeep. So this is a really neat opprotunity to live in one of the houses I've loved since I was a kiddle and have a greater grasp of what it's like to live in a house older than 40 years.

Something odd I've noticed about the house so far though..

Doorways that lead to bedrooms that you swear to god weren't there before. Seriously, the owner took me a tour of the house before she left and since then I think I've found at least three other doorways that I didn't notice before. One of them lead to a wall. No joke. Just some random doorway to nowhere. Are all of these old Victorians built like the Winchester Mansion?

And you thought writing on the walls was bad..

Kids certainly are getting creative these days.