Saturday, January 4

the start of 2014

For the past week, I've forgotten what it's like to have a sister who lives across the country.

For the past week, I've forgotten what it's like to have an alarm or how to put on eyeliner.

I've also sort of forgotten about the internet entirely. Oops.

This week, I felt grateful for parents that teach me gym glares to ward the wondering judgmental eyes while you're lifting 7 pound weights and that it's okay to listen to One Direction as a 48 year old woman. My parents are the coolest and by that I mean the least cool. And I wouldn't want them any other way. Growing up and getting to know my parents as people is a pretty neat thing. I see myself in them now in a way that 15 year old me would want to dye her hair black and spend more time at the skate park if she knew I'd turn out exactly like them.

Spending time with my sister has also been, well, humbling. You know what? I am totally an annoying older sister. I totally worry way too much about what she thinks of me. I totally love on her too much. But this realization is a good one. A great one. My sister is her own person and she rocks it. I am my own person and I need to rock it more instead of worrying what other people think.

My boyfriend traveled across the border to visit me this week. It was only about five minutes before he showed up on my doorstep that I realized I had never introduced a new boy to my parents before. Upon telling my dad he was coming his response was, "That dude is coming here?" I think he fully expected me to introduce him to another skinny-jean-wearing metro piece of eye candy so I like to think that by the end of the trip when my dad had texted his few friends to come over to meet my new boyfriend that he was impressed by the floppy hair lanky marching band geek I brought home.

Have I mentioned lately I'm a really big fan of nice boys? NICE boys? The boys I wrote off in high school when I wanted someone who would write me poetry and go shopping with me?

On his last day, I wanted to go somewhere I'd never been. It took only thirty seconds and a few texts to declare that we were going to go the Palouse Falls where apparently the world record for biggest waterfall ridden by a kayaker is held. 186 feet. We took my trusty Subaru on the voyage and thanks to my overpacking tendencies, we shared a bag of pistachio nuts which was our only means of food for the entire afternoon. Oops. We listened to the likes of Beyonce and Arctic Monkeys on the drive. We found the treacherous trail that took us to the cliff's edge of the 200 foot waterfall.

This world and this life are pretty great when you make the most of a single day's potential. I'm going to miss this winter break. I'm going to miss it so badly. Every joyous splendid simple moment of it with the best people in my life.
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5 comments:

Emma Jane said...

I've spent my whole life writing off the floppy haired nice boys for the dark, troubled, poetry writing boys. After my most recent experience with heart break, I've finally seen the flaw in that plan. Nice boys truly are something special and they are so under utilized. It's time to start appreciating them.

Em
Tightrope to the Sun

Maggie Shirley said...

I love all these pictures. That place looks gorgeous.

Natalie said...

THE FLOPPY HAIRED NICE BOYS ARE THE BEST THOUGH AHHH

Everything about this adventure sounds so beautiful. So much happiness.

Shelby said...

my word, i feel like we are in the exact same boy boat. i have always gone for the mysterious, artsy boy that seems to always have a temper, and is just a stupid and mean human. for once in my life i finally went with the nice guy, and it is truly the greatest decision i have ever made. the image of a perfect boy (in your mind) is completely overrated. it took completely forgetting that to find someone i love so much, and that actually treats me like a human being. and don't even get me started on my dad's opinion! there is seriously nothing better than your dad saying he LOVES your boyfriend. seriously, the greatest moment my entire life!!
p.s- the picture of Palouse Falls that you put on Instagram... took my breathe away. How lucky to live so close to something so insanely beautiful!

Kaili at impeccablykaili said...

Dating a nice boy? I should try and learn from you!