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Compilation: The first half of 2021

Alright, alright alright! Here we go. I had 5 blogs started so I’m going to throw them altogether and see what I end up with. So-here we go. My first half of 2021 in review. January 2021: 2021! Welcome. This year is off to an extra special start. Where were you when the new year struck? Me, I was under water on a night dive. … Continue reading Compilation: The first half of 2021

Beverly Hills, 90210

Time…the only thing that never stops. A flyer was hanging in the staff room where I was teaching third grade. That was 2.5 years ago when I applied to be an ALT in Japan. The first year, I did not get the job. I was devastated. January came around, 2018 and I thought…I’m going to try one more time. I applied and interviewed for the … Continue reading Beverly Hills, 90210

Waiting for Tragedy

January has come and gone with a quickness that most months do. Some days go slow, but the weeks go fast and the months disappear without notice. I’ve spent (the shortest) 6 months of my life in Japan. This being said, 6 more months was not going to be long enough for me to accomplish all that I hope to. I am excited to say, … Continue reading Waiting for Tragedy

Countdown

I love when I am reading a book and I recognize the emotion and meaning behind the title of the book or even the chapter. My title for my blog is Rubee Miles. Rubee Miles because if I ever have a daughter, that is what I want to name her. The meaning this name has come to be deep in my heart and explainable beyond … Continue reading Countdown

Gas Tank Full of Freedom

12/10/18 + At the top of my TO DO list for Japan, I have: Fall in Love. Above all else, while I am here my goal is to fall in love, with myself.  Oh my goodness. It has almost been a month since I went home to the USA. Since I have been back-it has been a whirlwind. I’ve been talking with my friends and brother … Continue reading Gas Tank Full of Freedom

Beautifully Painful

“There was a time when the world was enormous: spanning the vast, almost infinite boundaries of your neighborhood. The place where you grew up, where you didn’t think twice about playing on someone else’s lawn. The street was your territory that occasionally got invaded by a passing car. It was where you didn’t get called home until after it was dark. And all the people, … Continue reading Beautifully Painful