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Body: in sickness and in health

I won't lie; this body and I have had our issues with each other for many years. Body image -- sure. Physical and mental overextension -- comes with being a Type A kind of girl. I still struggle with these things, so they show up from time to time in my writing.

More recently, illness, pure but not simple, has added itself to the mix in a multi-system sort of way. And the challenges in figuring out exactly what's gone wrong are many. As problems have revealed themselves in the last few years, beginning with reactive hypoglycemia in late 2008, I've documented them here, partly to gain a little clarity on managing complex conditions but mostly to give voice to vulnerabilities I feel but don't normally share with anyone face to face. Better out than in, they say, right? (Oh yes, humor is one way I deal.)

The links below cover the different angles I've examined (and from which I've been examined) within that experience.

Travel: neither here nor there

When the person you're married to lives two time zones away, you log a fair number of frequent flier miles. And if you blog about commuter relationships, you log quite a few posts en route too.

Since we're no longer in separate places, I blog less often from airports. But we do travel -- together now! -- which is much more fun to write about. So in addition to thoughts on our years of commuting, the links below cover the places we've been as a pair and, in some cases, the adventures that have happened on the way.

Writing: the long and short of it

Why do I do it? Good question. Maybe it's not so much that I like to write but that I have to write, even when the words refuse to stick to the page. Believe me, I've tried doing other things like majoring in biochemistry (freshman fall, many semesters ago). Within a year, I'd switched to English with a concentration in creative writing and wasn't looking back.

After graduating, I taught English for a few years and then worked as an editor, which I still do freelance. In 2007, I applied and got into an MFA program at a place I like to call Little U. on the Prairie. I finished my degree in 2011 and have been balancing tutoring and writing on my own ever since.

The following links cover the writing I've done about writing: process, content, obstacles, you name it. It's not always pretty. But some part of me loves it, even when it's hard. And this is the result.

Heart: family and friends

I'd have a hard time explaining who I am without being able to talk about the family I grew up in as well as the people I've met beyond its bounds. But even with such context, it's not easy! In the simplest terms, I'm a first-generation Asian-American who has spent most of this life caught between cultures. That, of course, doesn't even begin to describe what I mean to, but there's my first stab at the heart of it all.

That's what this group of posts is reserved for -- heart. The essential parts of my life whose influences I carry with me, for better or worse. The links below cover what I've written as I've learned how these forces work within me, for me, against me, in spite of me. They anchor me even as they change me, and they keep life interesting.

Recommended reading

What do I do when there's too much on my mind and my words won't stick to the page? I escape into someone else's thoughts. Below is a collection of books and articles that have been sources of information, inspiration, and occasional insight for my own work.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hauling it

A perk of being tied to your computer for a weekend of grading: you can sell your furniture while you're at it.

While D was here, we decided what we wanted to put on Craigslist so we wouldn't have to make room for it in our new place. There wasn't too much, but most of the items were bulky: a futon, a giant TV hutch, a desk, an ironing board. Monday morning, after I dropped him off at the airport -- for the last time! -- I took pictures of everything and wrote up some ads. By lunch, the e-mails started appearing.

The futon drew the most attention. That sold right away, and the buyer came over the same evening to pick it up. I was a little sad to see it go as it's the first piece of furniture I bought with my own money when I first moved to New York just under six years ago. But we are hoping to upgrade to a nice armchair or chaise, so it was time to part ways.

There's been some interest in the desk too, but it's still here. If it doesn't sell before I move, it's okay. What I do want to unload, though, is that TV hutch. We really won't have a place for it as the living room in our new house has a built-in alcove for electronics. Plan B, if that doesn't sell, is to take it to a local consignment store. It'll be quite a project to move it, but I have a friend with a trailer hitch. We just have to get the thing out the door.

Sigh. I'm antsy. So close to being able to start the moving process (packing, cleaning, etc.), but there's still too much living that has to take place in this apartment. D did wash all the windows (not an easy task since all the screens were installed backwards and had to be wrestled out!), but the interior scrub-down will obviously have to wait, especially in the kitchen. I guess I can tackle the oven this weekend and just not use it from here on out -- not difficult since I'm more of a soup and stew person when I'm cooking only for me. What else can I take care of? How about the half-bathroom? I'll just stop using that too ...

Can you tell that I really can't wait to get out of here?

4 comments:

French Fancy said...

Not long now - and I can feel your excitement from here.

It is sad getting rid of the first piece of furniture one ever bought for oneself. I had a mauve sofa that my mother bought me for my first ever apartment and I got rid of it when I moved out of my London apartment. I still think about it occasionally - as I'm sure you will with the futon.

Contemporary Troubadour said...

What I'll remember most was assembling the frame -- every wooden slat had to be screwed in individually!

French Fancy said...

We've got a double bed like that - although I was the watcher and Mr FF the doer it took 'us' all afternoon and then some.

Contemporary Troubadour said...

Yes, not a quick job. I made an evening of the project -- turned on the TV and got to work.

We're looking forward to having a real bedframe (or at least, a headboard) once we're ready to purchase a bedroom set. I think furniture for more public spaces, though, is higher priority at the moment! Our future living room is of the open-concept design.

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hauling it

A perk of being tied to your computer for a weekend of grading: you can sell your furniture while you're at it.

While D was here, we decided what we wanted to put on Craigslist so we wouldn't have to make room for it in our new place. There wasn't too much, but most of the items were bulky: a futon, a giant TV hutch, a desk, an ironing board. Monday morning, after I dropped him off at the airport -- for the last time! -- I took pictures of everything and wrote up some ads. By lunch, the e-mails started appearing.

The futon drew the most attention. That sold right away, and the buyer came over the same evening to pick it up. I was a little sad to see it go as it's the first piece of furniture I bought with my own money when I first moved to New York just under six years ago. But we are hoping to upgrade to a nice armchair or chaise, so it was time to part ways.

There's been some interest in the desk too, but it's still here. If it doesn't sell before I move, it's okay. What I do want to unload, though, is that TV hutch. We really won't have a place for it as the living room in our new house has a built-in alcove for electronics. Plan B, if that doesn't sell, is to take it to a local consignment store. It'll be quite a project to move it, but I have a friend with a trailer hitch. We just have to get the thing out the door.

Sigh. I'm antsy. So close to being able to start the moving process (packing, cleaning, etc.), but there's still too much living that has to take place in this apartment. D did wash all the windows (not an easy task since all the screens were installed backwards and had to be wrestled out!), but the interior scrub-down will obviously have to wait, especially in the kitchen. I guess I can tackle the oven this weekend and just not use it from here on out -- not difficult since I'm more of a soup and stew person when I'm cooking only for me. What else can I take care of? How about the half-bathroom? I'll just stop using that too ...

Can you tell that I really can't wait to get out of here?

4 comments:

French Fancy said...

Not long now - and I can feel your excitement from here.

It is sad getting rid of the first piece of furniture one ever bought for oneself. I had a mauve sofa that my mother bought me for my first ever apartment and I got rid of it when I moved out of my London apartment. I still think about it occasionally - as I'm sure you will with the futon.

Contemporary Troubadour said...

What I'll remember most was assembling the frame -- every wooden slat had to be screwed in individually!

French Fancy said...

We've got a double bed like that - although I was the watcher and Mr FF the doer it took 'us' all afternoon and then some.

Contemporary Troubadour said...

Yes, not a quick job. I made an evening of the project -- turned on the TV and got to work.

We're looking forward to having a real bedframe (or at least, a headboard) once we're ready to purchase a bedroom set. I think furniture for more public spaces, though, is higher priority at the moment! Our future living room is of the open-concept design.