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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.

Monday, May 18, 2009

All packed up and nowhere to go

Yet, that is.

The movers just called to tell me they're on their way. I'm sitting on the sofa, looking out over the landscape of boxes that has emerged over the last two days. I don't quite feel that sense of limbo I had the last time when D and I moved, but I know I'll feel it once all my possessions are gone. It's comforting to be surrounded by familiar things, even if they're all packed up. Then again, maybe I'm just used to seeing everything in boxes because we've moved so many times in the last decade. Many of them were "storage" moves -- boxing things up for the summer to get them out of the college dorms -- then there was the first major move to New York when I started teaching, the move to Texas after D and I got engaged, the move to a new apartment in the same city when we got married, the move to Seattle, and the move to Little U.

Yikes, that's a lot of cardboard.

This time, we're hoping there will be at least five years before we have to break out the boxes and tape again. And the super scrub-down skills (we're mostly done with that at the new house, but there are some last things to take care of). Am itching to do the last cleaning here once everything is taken out so I can be on my way.

I took this picture on the drive with Troubadour Mom to Little U. Seems a fitting way to close my last post from the Midwest for a while -- enough chasing windmills!


And there's the moving truck ...

4 comments:

French Fancy said...

The best of luck with the final stage of all your plans. I'm looking forward to the next post

x

hypoglycemiagirl said...

Moving is both exhausting and exciting at the same time!

French Fancy said...

I love your slideshow on the right here - did you take all the pics - you and D, I mean?

Contemporary Troubadour said...

Thanks, FF! And yes, D and I took all of the pictures in the slideshow. Some we did together and others are from our time apart -- sharing them has been helpful in giving us ways of connecting visually in totally separate locations.

HGG -- I completely agree. I wasn't even the person doing the heavy lifting yesterday and I was too drained after it was over to do much cleaning. Today, the vacuuming and mopping and then I'm out. Hooray!

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Monday, May 18, 2009

All packed up and nowhere to go

Yet, that is.

The movers just called to tell me they're on their way. I'm sitting on the sofa, looking out over the landscape of boxes that has emerged over the last two days. I don't quite feel that sense of limbo I had the last time when D and I moved, but I know I'll feel it once all my possessions are gone. It's comforting to be surrounded by familiar things, even if they're all packed up. Then again, maybe I'm just used to seeing everything in boxes because we've moved so many times in the last decade. Many of them were "storage" moves -- boxing things up for the summer to get them out of the college dorms -- then there was the first major move to New York when I started teaching, the move to Texas after D and I got engaged, the move to a new apartment in the same city when we got married, the move to Seattle, and the move to Little U.

Yikes, that's a lot of cardboard.

This time, we're hoping there will be at least five years before we have to break out the boxes and tape again. And the super scrub-down skills (we're mostly done with that at the new house, but there are some last things to take care of). Am itching to do the last cleaning here once everything is taken out so I can be on my way.

I took this picture on the drive with Troubadour Mom to Little U. Seems a fitting way to close my last post from the Midwest for a while -- enough chasing windmills!


And there's the moving truck ...

4 comments:

French Fancy said...

The best of luck with the final stage of all your plans. I'm looking forward to the next post

x

hypoglycemiagirl said...

Moving is both exhausting and exciting at the same time!

French Fancy said...

I love your slideshow on the right here - did you take all the pics - you and D, I mean?

Contemporary Troubadour said...

Thanks, FF! And yes, D and I took all of the pictures in the slideshow. Some we did together and others are from our time apart -- sharing them has been helpful in giving us ways of connecting visually in totally separate locations.

HGG -- I completely agree. I wasn't even the person doing the heavy lifting yesterday and I was too drained after it was over to do much cleaning. Today, the vacuuming and mopping and then I'm out. Hooray!