Sad should never be wrapped

Had I known how to save a life. I use to sing that song at the top of my lungs. I thought-wow this song is real. I’m sitting here now recalling the lyrics…I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life…but does that save a life? How many nights have you stayed awake to watch a person … Continue reading Sad should never be wrapped

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

Pandora’s Box

09-18-2018 (I started writing…..9/21 I’m going to stop-it’s getting too long). I am looking back at my memos from the past weeks. Every experience is still new and exciting. I’m still noticing similarities and differences in the people/culture/norms. I bet I will do that for my entire adventure. The hardest thing for me to grasp is the amount of time people spend away from home. … Continue reading Pandora’s Box