What I did over the weekend
May 8, 2003yesterday, ryan asked me, “are you going to write about your trip?”
immediately, and without thinking, i said, no.
i tried to explain to him that the trip was less about sight-seeing and more about time with my family and friends, less about documentation and more about experience. with all the blasts from my past and first-time hellos, it should have been overwhelming, but it wasn’t. it was everything i wanted it to be and more than i could ever have imagined.
today, i daydreamed i was back on the seattle pier, with the sun beating down on my right arm and my eyes pointing past the clouds. i remember thinking, “this, right here, this is vacation.” i asked my mom, dad and brother to leave me there and come back for me later. i wanted to take everything in and forget not a single thing.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
