May 3: Rain

I’m back! Yes, I’m at home in St. Lewis for a little while. Or at least I hope it’s a little while (no offense, family, but I need a job!) I just graduated from the Journalism program at CNA’s Stephenville campus. It was a challenging couple of years but I’m pretty sure I came back a better person because of it. Through personal and professional drama, I am still here, kicking like an old Chev.

It’s raining here today. The hills are painted with fog and the rain looks cold enough to tear the skin off your bones. But I’m home, and nothing can wipe the smile off my heart. It would be nice for a little sun though, my brown car needs to be washed back to white and I’m not going out in this weather to do it.


It’s been an odd couple of days since I got back. I have been thinking a lot about my grandfather, he passed away the 25th of this month, last year. I will never forget that day. I won’t go into detail.

I just wrote up his in Memoriam and sent it along to the Northern Pen at the request of my Aunt. I think it really reflects who he was. I miss him so much.


My Dad painted my room in the last week before he came to Stephenville Crossing to help me pack to move back home. It’s a beautiful light blue and it’s truly a peaceful space. I think I needed that, ha ha. But the paint fumes are very strong in here and it’s giving me a sore throat = not so pleasant. Any advice about how to get rid of paint odor? Please note that my mother is allergic to strong scents so air freshener is a no go.


Well as you can see not much has changed with me, I’m still a jumble of thoughts and sentences. I’m going to be blogging more frequently now that I’m back in a stable mindframe (don’t time me, it might go away soon lol).  Here’s some pictures!

2 thoughts on “May 3: Rain

  1. You room looks gorgeous.. I love the blue. I never did, I was always a purple girl but now I tend to gravitate to it. I do believe I see painted panel wood as well, which is my ultimate favorite. I had plans on going to Stephenville many years ago for journalism but my Mom got sick and I decided to stay home. Congrats on your diploma. Grandpa Poole looks like a hugger.

  2. I’m loving the color as well, though the smell is really overbearing. It is supposed to be ‘low-odor’ paint but it is definitely not. It has been almost 3 weeks since it was painted and the fumes are still really strong, my throat is so sore.
    Journalism was a great program..very challenging at times but what good thing isn’t? Thanks for the congrats! And my pop wasn’t a big hugger, but you could always tell he meant it with all his heart when he did.

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