windows

>> 11.29.2010

Although there are things to say, I am lacking in pictures at the moment.

However, laundry is being done, lunch is being cooked, and after I finish working today I'm going to equip myself with Google Maps and get myself to the library.

This is progress.
This is big, big progress is the form of baby steps that are extraordinarily difficult at times.

For a lack of anything better, I'm going to give you my views every day.
Also, it snowed this morning, which made things infinitely better, so that is what that little smattering of white happens to be.


The view out of our bedroom at Hub's parent's house.



Looking the other way out the window. This is the back garden, and a bit of the neighbor's back garden.



View out the front room window. Mum and Dad's little hybrid, and SNOW!




My day, summed up by these three things--laptop, giant watter bottle, and my mug.


I promise to start taking more pictures, especially as I venture out of the house.
And, that's it folks
(I'm keeping it lighter today.)

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a picture is worth a thousand words

>> 11.25.2010




Although these might not be the best or most interesting pictures in the world, there is meaning to them.
And I think, that even though that meaning can be interpreted wildly, there is an element in each of them that describes how I am doing better than words ever will.

(Thank you, Mr. Wilkinson, for giving me another tool to express myself with.)

Happy Thanksgiving.

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i miss

>> 11.23.2010

all of this.


















I wish my heart would stop aching so badly.

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creative

>> 11.20.2010

I'm finding a lack of creative in my life.

I look around and I see all these amazing, empowered, regular-blogging women who make all of these beautiful things and have these cute-shabby-vintage-lacy-jealousy inducing homes and I just think, "Ugh."


I want my baby to have a beautiful nursery, and cute little things that I made in there, along with great thift shop things that I found and re-did to make even cuter than before.
I want a house (or apartment, at least) that I have decorated well, and that I can walk in and think, "I love coming home."
I want to go to craft stores and buy random things and put them together to make art projects that Martha Stewart would approve of.
I want a blog layout that does not look like I simply got started on Blogger and tweaked things on my own (even though I did).

I feel like I used to have an outpouring of creative in my life, and it seems that it has dried up and gone. I don't have ideas, and I feel like my brain is broken.
I remember in my graphic design class, I would design a piece and I could just tell that this element went there, and this color fit there.
I miss that, and I don't know where it is.

I realize I am complaining.
I'm sorry.
I've discovered that pregnancy has made me more of a whiner than usual, and if you know me at all, you know that is the exact opposite reaction that I was hoping for.

Pray for this poor, uncreative, pregnant lady.
She is sick, and ravenously hungry, and doesn't sleep well at night, and she could use some extra grace.

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birthday

>> 11.18.2010

In an effort to redeem myself from my earlier ranting, I'm going to post something on here that I think is extremely important, and I am super excited to be a part of.

For my 22nd birthday, I'm doing something a little different.
Rather than making a wishlist of all the things I want, I'm asking friends, family, and random (but kind) strangers to make a donation of $22 in order to help bring clean drinking water to people across the world who don't have access to it.

Go to www.mycharitywater.org/camarinadoo and find out more about it, and why it's such a burden on my heart.

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A rant

The following is not meant to offend, but rather to inform:

In the UK, you cannot get a bank account without verification of address. So, you must have a bill or bank statement with your name on it and your current address if you want to open up an account.
However, you cannot get an address without a bank account (so they can do a credit check), a paycheck being put into that bank account, and a whole bunch of other fees that equal about half of your savings.
You cannot get a job without an address, which you cannot get without a bank account, which you cannot get without an address.
You cannot get a cell phone (pardon me, a mobile phone) without a UK address in which you have lived for the last three years, a bank account with enough money coming into it, and a passable credit check.
And you cannot get any one of these things without the other, which begs the question, how does anyone in their right mind manage to live here?

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i don't quite know

>> 11.13.2010

where to start, exactly.

How about some pictures of my most recent adventure?

This weekend, we stayed at my sister-in-law's house. She lives on the outskirts of London, so on Friday, we took the National Rail (sort of like the Metra, for you city people) in to London Victoria (the main train station in London) and then took the tube to Notting Hill and Portobello Road.

If you've seen the movie 'Notting Hill' you probably know what I'm talking about.

If not, it's one of the biggest and most popular outdoor markets in London.
Every Friday and Saturday, vendors come and set up tables with all of their items to sell.

(Kirra, you would have died. It was antique heaven.)

Anyway, it was raining (of course) and we were hungry, so we ducked into a cute little pub for some lunch.


This is the "Salon" where we ate. So very English, and very cozy. We loved it.


You pick a table, and then order your food at the bar and give them your table number. That way, they'll bring your food out to you when it's ready.
We were table 3.


This is me and Jessica, my sister-in law.
Love it.
We get along really well, which is great, and she and her husband have been so gracious to let us come and spend weekends with them in their lovely house.


My cutie husband.
He is so happy to be back in the motherland.


Our first major stop was this man selling all sorts of incredible old books.
This is a catholic prayer book, I think.


Here we have some Oliver Twist, and some Sherlock Holmes.
I could have spent some major money here, except that he wanted nearly 75 pounds for each book, which comes out to about $115.
No thanks.




It was about this point that he started yelling at me for taking pictures, and I put my camera away for the rest of the trip.
There was so much more I wanted to shoot, but I didn't feel like offending any more Brits.

We also went to Covent Gardens, and this amazing candy shop where I bought "chocolate fudge" that was really more like a big tootsie roll.
A little disappointing, but that's alright.
It's the experiences that count.


I love this chair, which is in the living room of Jessica's house, and where I am currently crafting this post.
Plus, there was nice lighting.


And this is what the weather looks like outside...and, let's be honest, what it's looked like for the past two weeks.
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I've got Coldplay in the background, and I am literally choking on the emotion and memories that it's carrying with it. Add to that the fact that I am pregnant and homesick, and it's almost a wonder that tears aren't falling down my cheeks yet.

I miss home.

And the most awful part?
I don't even know where home is anymore.

You can blather on about how home is the people around you, and home is where the heart is, and home is where you lay your head at night, but I don't think any of these are right.
Because if this were the case, my home would be about three different places and none of them feel right.

And I guess that's what I'm waiting for, and it's what I've been waiting for.
A place that feels like home, and can feel like home, and that will feel like home.

I know that God never promised that all of this would be easy.
In fact, I don't think that's what I'm asking for.
I think I'm simply asking for the reassurance that one day, I will have my place.
Someday, I will look around me and think, "Yes. Here we are. We're home."

Until then, I'll be here.
Posting pictures of the story of a girl who is trying to find her place in the world, and boy who is sticking beside her the whole way through.

Love, love.
-C

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arrival.

>> 11.08.2010














Well, we made it.
More to come later, but at least this is some proof that we're actually here.

Love, love.

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