It's not the end, just another road in the bend.

Well, well. AOL certainly has a way with their customers. If their infamous advertising scheme of '06 didn't vote you off the island, get ready to pack your bags...and don't forget to take your journal along for the ride!

This Egg can now be found at http://myeggiscracked.blogspot.com/
And where can I find all of you?

I'm not sure I want to get all sappy here---at least I have the last 5 years all backed up now. I guess all I will say is that this journal, this body of work, is my pride and joy and biggest accomplishment to date. I've laughed, cried, made amazing friends, used as a weapon, broke up, broke down, left to inevitably return...
Though most importantly, I have made tangible the memories of my past. Travelling, each New Year, life decisions, random rummage sales, death of a president, unofficial lists of Marissa's favoritest things ever, losing love, finding love, shoe counts...and not to mention the randomness that would have never been documented if it weren't for a little ol' blog that I call m'Egg.

Yeah so. Slightly sappy. Sue me, I have ovaries.

there she goes getting all political.

I don't know what it is, but lately I've been confronted with questioning my own political views. Could it be the SNL skits that shows the debates true colors, the mockery, the hilarity, yet the utter hopelessness of it all? Or could it be the TWO candidates that are supposed to represent each side of the spectrum, yet forgetting everyone and everything in between? Bipartisan? Why not Pan-partisan? People from all across the board, representing the many different beliefs that a melting-pot such as we encompass. But no. In this world of having any type of fast food to choose from, we only get TWO choices for who we want to govern our people. RIDICULOUS! So all us Nader fans are considered to have "wasted our votes" by voting for someone we truly think could the job, and do it well. So all us Nader fans can sit on the sidelines and watch as yet another chump gets elected to make too much money for his own cause (and his own class), while crushing everyone else under his big, authoritative boot.

GIVE ME SOME TRUTH!

In case you were wondering, my election selection is a Republican't. And a Democan't. Non-partisan.

So what's a girl to do? Move to Canada in hopes a benign government and socialized healthcare is all it's cracked up to be? Move away from my roots here in NY? This area is beautiful, all I've ever known to be home...yet I'm not sure how strong my attachment is...I called Dublin home for sometime, but if given the choice, I'd say Ireland was home...namely the rural countryside, as opposed to Dub's traffic and low-grade "thugs" with stupid haircuts and sweatpants tucked into their tube socks. Oh, and vomit and dog shit all over the sidewalks. Definitely not home.

Italy? Live out all the romantic ideals I have of that place...our life together would be one long date...Travis, Italy and I. Talk about roots, this Fiorentino is possibly meant to go back home.

Here in Upsate NY. Good ol' Utica. Home of the world's largest watering can (thanks Mayor Hanna!), the half moon, the tomato pie, outrageous gas prices. My family. My grandmas, and my brother & sister's, and my sister's pup's. Travis' parents. Our friends. Our commonplace. Uprooting.

I'm not sure how to approach this contradiction, the girl who always longs for flights of fancy, the desire to travel...to escape. The girl who is equally apprehensive and embracing of shifts from so-called normalcy...

In constant search for some sort of contentment in all of those things that make me uneasy.

another quick one? that's what she said.

First of all, a big SUCK! to not having internet at home anymore. But a big YAY! to not having an annoying neighbor anymore.

But other than that, life has been, in the words of Larry David, pretty, pretty, prettaay good. Travis and I are thoroughly enjoying our happy little fam, especially the middle of the night purr-fests...although not so much the knocking over of a certain cactus, and the other houseplants.

I must hit the dusty trail for now, to go home for the evening (finally), that's not to say I won't be back to tell you all how to find me again...