Welcome to Thursday! Today I thought I’d share a few random-y thoughts that have been circling through my mind recently.
I’m Excited About My Upcoming Mother-Daughter Trip to New York
In just a couple of weeks my mom and I will be off to NYC for a few days. We haven’t taken a mother-daughter only vacation in a very long time.
When I was younger we use to always go away for my birthday together, but of course all of that changed when I went off to college. While we’ve gone on short, weekend get-a-ways together since then, this will be our first big vacation. Speaking of which, I need your recommendations for the best show to see on Broadway! I’d like to see Book of Mormon but I’m not 100% sure my mom will like it…?
Also, while in NYC I plan to do as the locals do and go running in Central Park!<–Cannot wait!
Visiting the Place Adam and I Met
Back in the fall of 2004 Adam and I were both students at the University of Central Florida (UCF) in Orlando. We both ended up transferring down to FAU here in Boca Raton, but UCF will always have a special place in my heart as our meeting place.
Neither one of us has been back to UCF since 2006. Adam initially moved back to South Florida in 2005, but he would drive up to see me almost every other weekend.
I can still vividly remember pulling out of the city for the last time as I drove down I-95 towards my new life in South Florida in July 2006.
I stopped at a Racetrac gas station and got a cup of red grapes to eat on the three hour drive. I then proceeded to listen to Losing My Religion by R.E.M on repeat.
I was at a point with my eating disorder where even I knew things were really bad and a big part of me wanted to ask for help, I just couldn’t do it. There’s no way to explain to someone who has never had an eating disorder why you can desperately want to ask for help but are too petrified to do it. It just is what it is.
Part of the lyrics in Losing My Religion say:
Consider this, consider this
The hint of the century
The slip that brought me
to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
That sort of summed up how I felt. I wanted to drop a hint, I wanted to slip up and say something that would allow someone to ask me if I needed help, but at the same time I didn’t want all of my “fantasies” to come crashing down. It’s a sick way to live.
I was really excited to move to South Florida though. Despite all of the darkness in my life that stemmed from the eating disorder, Adam has always made me happy.
Back in 2006 we were both glad to say goodbye to Orlando, but I am really excited to go back and see the old campus. It’s honestly the most beautiful school campus I’ve ever seen and we have a lot of memories there.
THIS Christmas Miracle
Yesterday a “friend” of my moms called me a liberal as an insult. As the conversation progressed he eventually said the words “Kristina is stupid” like a five year old on the playground instead of a 65 year old adult jumping in on a conversation he wasn’t invited into in the first place.
I somehow was able to string together a decent retort despite my intellectual incapabilities. It was truly a Christmas miracle.
Some people just never grow up! I know it’s easy to get heated over politics but resorting to name calling doesn’t really add anything to a debate. Plus it’s kind of rude and reflects poorly on your own character. Oh well. I’m basically ^ that pug right now ;).
Any Broadway recommendations?
What’s the best play you’ve ever seen? Am I the only person who didn’t really love Wicked? I do love the song Defying Gravity though!
Favorite thing to do in NYC?