Whim

Three months ago I set out on a whim that took me westward. Minneapolis to Seattle via...Los Angeles? Clearly not as the crow flies. Treehouses were calling to me again, as was an unexpected month living in a white molester van. This I found to be amazingly cozy, nice and quiet at night and poundingly musical when it rained. We were like turtles taking our home with us wherever we went. It was all made easier since my roommate was a seasoned vehicular dweller with a peculiar grocery list that lent itself well to no refrigeration requirements. Don't sardines and olives just make your mouth water? 

I was beginning to think that van living was THE LIFE...until... one night about 4am I was awoken by a man opening the back door and attempting to rob us of a backpack full of books. Scary? Yes, but in the end totally hilarious, as we realized what a surprise he must have gotten when he opened the doors and a full grown human jumped at him from the darkness! Despite the laughs I left a few days later to my adventures northward.

The Emerald City found me a sad story as I arrived, without a job, to two weeks straight of rain. For someone who doesn't know a soul or hardly a dollar to her name, it took a lot for me not to turn right around and head back to the van. But you all know I am much more stubborn and determined than that. My three week anniversary was marked by a night of vomiting, expectorants from the rear, and a severe case of dehydration leading to a pleasant trip to the emergency room. It was wonderful to have company! 

Life decided to apologize with a job offer, and I became a chocolatier and expert carmel apple maker. However, a couple weeks later my body decided it missed the illness and gifted me with a wonderful month long bout of bronchitis.

I am finally ailment free and shedding the consequences of taste-testing recipes. The summer is here and I can not imagine there are many places more perfect than Seattle in the summer. It is sunny EVERY day, and a bright blue canvas overhead. I have decided to sell my silver stallion of a car and add praise to my bi-pedal abilities.  

After a couple months of living in a chocolate world I have abruptly discovered that the economies of chocolate are suffering like the rest and am looking for new fields to graze on greenbacks.