Teetering on insanity

The other night I rode my bike to Chelsea Piers for gymnastics. I only intended on doing my normal class of just the floor, but then I stayed and did the apparatus class. It felt so damn good to be back on the bars and beam! I even caused a rip in my hand (were the skin literally rips), but I was able to do some old tricks and am excited to keep going and doing more!! After my 3 hours of gymnastics, I rode my bike home... an hour ride. Normally I don't think it would have taken me so long, but about 1/2 way across the Brooklyn Bridge, my legs refused to work. Its as if they said, "we're done Piper. Later." but my pride wouldn't let me get off and walk my bike, oh no. So I continued to pedal at speeds that even an injured turtle would laugh at, but I eventually made it up and over and safely home... I mean really, who does that!? Exercises for 5 hours while getting over walking pneumonia?? I do, that is who. So maybe I am teetering on the edge of insanity, but this much I know, I enjoyed every minute of it!!

Piper out.

Friends! Friends! oh the glorious friends!!!

So for one whole week I had visitors in my lovely Brooklyn apartment!! Teeny, Emily and Chanda came and we painted the town!! Well just shy of it at least! It was very humid for a couple of days but overall nice weather. (Except for the fact that it POURED friday... plus I had to go to the dentist... ) but it was great!! We did so much and saw so much including, Empire State building (I missed that, due at the dentist, but my teeth are nice and clean!) Shopping like you wouldn't believe, Central Park, Boat Cruses, Elis island and eating like you wouldn't believe!! Delicious steaks! Amazing chocolate fudge! Great Italian!! On of my favorite things was in Chinatown searching for a bag for Chanda and getting lead a couple blocks by this tiny Asian woman, down a corridor, locked behind a gate, up pitch-black stairs (yes there was a point where I thought for sure I would die...) and buying knock off purses!! such a good time!!

Emily and Chanda

Little Italy
The Girls outside of Tiffany & co.
Statue in Central Park
Sept 11 remembrance lights
Teeny striking a pose (unintentionally) at the Central Library
Sign from the Brooklyn Bridge
This is one of few pictures of me... and I'm eating an apple...
Elis Island

A return

After two nights of no sleep due to thinking, (and coughing)  I've decided that the things that really matter to me are being around the people I love the most, being my friends and family.  I left Utah in search of something, and in that, I believe it is time to return home to find it.  I love New York and will always look upon this time in my life as a time of learning and discovering  things about myself. Coming here was something that I always wanted to do because I thought it was where I belonged.   I've made a life here, I life that I could call my own, I worked for my money and made my way around on my own.  Everyones journey is a different one, full of joy and sorrow, although mine has just begun, I have found that I need not travel alone, because to experience the loneliness of the soul, is the hardest thing in the world.  So why continue on this way.  I'm glad I left Utah, because now I will never wonder, "what if" because I know, not to say that I can never leave again, because chances are good that I will, but at this point in my life, all I need is right where I left it.

what to do, what to do

So here I am, at another crossroads... truth be told it isn't really a crossroads at all but more a a bunch of squiggles all smudged upon an uneven canvas and I am suppose to unscramble the mess and figure out what to do with it.  I've lived in NYC for just shy of 7 months and had my first visitors come last week.  It was absolutely wonderful.  I got to play a host and tourist of this fantastic city.  but at the same time, I realized how much I miss my cozy city of SLC nestled nicely in the Wastach mountains.  When my friends left, I thought it would be nice to get back into my routine, but I found myself sobbing once I sent them on their way in a shiny black sedan.   I wanted to chase them down and tell them to take me with them.  At that, I don't know what to do... is Utah really so bad?  What about Houston?  But I want the mountains.  I haven't heard from Vail yet... but i could stay in NYC???  Alone??  What should I do?  I have plenty of job offers in Utah that I could take, but wouldn't that be taking a step backwards?  Or would I be moving forward because I realized that there is no place like home??  what to do, what to do....

gymnast once again!

so i started taking gymnastics classes again tonight... every muscle in my body is SCREAMING. But it was wonderful! after 4 years of not tumbling, I was still able to pull out a few tumbling passes and really feel alive again! I had no idea they had gymnastic classes for adults and wish I would have known about this sooner! Oh well, better late than never to get back into my game. Hey, if a 32 year old German could win her first medal (silver) in the vault, that I can get back into and even improve some old moves!! wish me luck!!