Moving on.. the reasoning behind this blog is mostly for my overly caring family to look and I guess the few friends I have to be entertained by my life in Yankee Land...I guess i should mention that I am moving to New Hamster to pursue m career with the wonderful company of Learfield Sports.. I am working at the University of New Hampshire with Wildcat Sports Properties as a Sponsorship Coordinator for a year.. I am beyond excited to gain experience and knowledge to help me further my career... I am so blessed to have this opportunity and am going into it as a positive thing... unlike most who have a different opinion of my decision...now for the reasoning behind the title of my blog. If you have heard the reasoning I am sorry to bore you again with it.. but secretly I know you want to hear about it again. OK..so the term "granola" is a "trending" term nowadays to describe let me think.. only the perfect stereotype of a person ever.Granola basically describes my quest for the perfect male to be placed into my life.. don't get me wrong here..my #1 priority is my job and the opportunity I have..but NH has opened a new door of males to me that I have never been exposed to before. a guy that is granola is the perfect combination of sporty and beautiful. My dream granola boyfriend that I am describing here drives a Land Rover and has a kayak and bike rack on it..preferable in black.. he has shaggy Brown hair and wears a bandanna on the weekdays while he is switching back and forth between kayaking, hiking and mountain climbing... we will go on outdoorsy trips every weekend and he will serenade me with his guitar playing skills next to a camp fire. He will of course have a dog a lab or a retriever and he will smell shower clean but yet still has a hint of the outdoorsy smell on him..he wears chacos cause he has a reason to and has a little scruff to his face. His name will be outrageously random like Chaz or Stan and he will have perfectly sculpted biceps..all I am asking for is like 2 and a half bums...I will find him.. he is out there in the wild and adventurous lands of New Hamster and I will bring him to the lands of Tennessee.. then I will accept with arms wide open the teasing and I told you so from Lauren, Brooke and all my family and friends who have bets on this magnificent event occurring.
So the day finally came yesterday... the saddest day of my life thus far.. leaving my home of 21 years to embark on a 23 hour car ride with my father. There were tears shed the whole time before and during my departure until about mile 83 outside of Memphis. I hate goodbyes so I usually just say I said my see ya laters to my amazing family and friends...knowing that I wont be a matter or minutes from everyone makes me scared and worried.. however I know that the big man upstairs is going to take care of them and myself and I just have to have faith that it will all work out.. One of the hardest thing about this move was leaving my absolute other half and best friend Brooke.. the person that has been there for the past 3 years and has lived with me for 2.. I am still having to keep reminding myself that she isn't going to be in NH and that I will have to do this alone.. I cry the most about this I think..I hope time will just make it easier..
I have traveled over 1100 miles in the past 2 days and have gone through 8 states.. It has been quite the bonding time with my dad and I have learned alot about myself, him and the states I have been in.. This leads me to the first conclusion of the trip and that is... my dad is quite the talker.. I don't know if you realize this but from Memphis to Bristol,TN/VA i maybe got to listen to 1 song on my new Cd that I was so excited to play.. I am about 99.9% sure that if I were to take a test on my dad's career life and viewpoint on the North I would get an A+.. there were even some moments when I wish I didn't hear the things he told me..which leads me to my next new knowledge of the 23 hour drive... don't trust a lawyer as your travel lodge agent.. what I mean by this is my dad's best friend is a lawyer and sure knows how to pick out hotels for us to stay in not... our first night stay consisted of staying in a Super 8 motel on the side of the highway in Bristol,Tn/Va due to the location being right on the border... we were looking for the Travel Lodge but apparently business was so great with the Super 8 that the two just combined... first red flag... second red flag,.Samiri checking us in at the front desk and the parking lot being almost empty... third red flag... NASCAR paintings in the lobby... fourth red flag... a broken air condition in our room... fifth red flag... my father being paranoid the whole night looking at every car that came in after us to make sure they weren't "creepers" in his term.. sixth red flag... dad's purchase of a coke in the vending machine being from Christmas time...yep... had the holiday polar bears on the can. I also learned a great thing last night... Virginia really is for lovers... as I listened to the two lovers in the room next to us make love noises as our AC was broken.. I slept in layers and over the sheets.solid.
Today we left the great land of Bristol to find that the next exit over would of been the ideal stop..which leads to another fact... my father and I pick out the worse exits to take.. like Bunea Vista? which had more rednecks that Miss.. I mean this in the nicest way possible.. some Quaker village in PA that lead us to the ghetto and a somewhat Amish community that seemed to have an orthodox temple and 3 pizza shops.
We did have a fun pit stop in our trip today to Hershey,PA where we journeyed through Chocolate World where I learned more than I need to about God's wonderful creation of a coca bean.I made a game along the way of taking a pic next to each state sign... that was fun.. West Virginia, VA, CT and PA were nice enough to display their signs at welcome centers. We drove 5 miles off the interstate for the Maryland sign, settled for a NY police sign for NY and NJ..well the jerks didn't even have a welcome center.. but that's okay..i have enough memories of that wonderful place and the people that come from it already so I took the rain check with a smile.
We settled for a high class Ruby Tuesday dinner and now here I sit in a nicer hotel that I made my dad let me pick tonight so I would not have to get my long johns out for sleepwear again. We only have about 3 hours left until the destination and then will go get LEE LEE from the airport 45 min from Durham and she will join in on all the fun.. and I am sure will make my blogs more interesting... I still do not know where I am living and kinda sorta feel like a gypsy moving to New Hamster.. a sporty gypsy that is.. with clothes and bike rack trucking 23 hours from home.
absolutely impressed with your first blog post! in a nut shell, you rock. i'm so excited for you and your fabulous adventures! can't wait to hear more about them! love and miss you!
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