Blessed

Sometimes it’s so easy to get caught up in our day to day lives to remember how blessed we are. Having the last week off at home has made me remember how lucky I am to have so many wonderful friends who love and care about me not to mention my wonderful family.

I truly do feel like it’s been too long since I sat down and had a good conversation with most of the people in my life that make me feel like me. When I’m home in Boston I don’t usually talk with many of my friends from Minnesota so it’s been a real treat to just have time to sit, relax, and talk to people who make my soul happy.

A Time To Rest

The Hospital is at 99% capacity and I am happy to say I’m heading on vacation. Steve and I leave tomorrow for Minneapolis (as some people say, only I could call Minnesota vacation) to enjoy family, friends, and food.

I intend not to think about work or the other pressures of living in an apartment in a fairly large city until my flight home two weeks from now. I’m ready to let the relaxation begin now.

Incase you didn’t know

I was going to post a nice picture of my Mom but on a walk Steve and I saw this chalk drawing and thought it would be nice to share with the world.



Love you Mom.

Appreciation

I love having a backyard. After almost 4 years of not having access to any sort of yard or planting area it is so nice to finally have a place to sit outside and enjoy the weather. I’ve spent the better part of my days off this week lounging on or back yard, digging in the dirt with Moose, or playing with what to plant in the various dirt locations. I’ve already planted seeds of corn, lettuce, zucchini, and beans that I later followed up with pre-grown tomatoes. Steve bought me some pretty red flowers that I’ve scattered about the grounds to add some color. I’m thinking of trying to grow pumpkins in the big dirt area behind our kitchen.

At this point I don’t really care if everything I plant doesn’t produce, for now, I’m happy watching Moose sit on top of the dirt mound that is our garden to protect our veggies as I sit on our deck and read.

Cinco De Mayo

Three years ago on this day my fellow future nurses from Winona State University received our nursing pins that proceeded to drive to the bars and drink until we all started to cry that “This is the last night we’ll all be together”. Cinco de Mayo, for us, was a day to celebrate our independence from school and the stress of being a nursing student. It seemed cheesy at the time and we all promised that we would still see each other all the time but looking back at it now, it was the last time that we were all together.

Casey moved to Portland the next day, Dana and Becca moved to Chicago about a month after, and I left for Boston not long after that. Aaron got engaged and married and we all learned how difficult is to work full time and fly to the opposite side of the country to see each other.

Before we left Rochester we all promised that we would meet up somewhere every year for Cinco De Mayo to celebrate the day we finished school. That didn’t last long. The first year Becca and Dana came to Boston to visit but it wasn’t the same as when we were in school. The last year and this year Cinco De Mayo comes and goes with just a phone call between us all.

So tonight I drink my margarita to my close friends who got me through patho tests and heart breaks. Who helped me move into my apartment and danced to music from our car stereo in parking lots.


My ping-tingers.