East Coasting

Hi Guys! The Biologist and I just returned from a trip to the East coast to visit family and friends. We had a phenomenal time! I could go on and on about …. the sweetest baby in the universe, Philly cheesesteaks, New York City, the weather, traffic, our Emerald City layover or how my favorite suitcase got destroyed by a pungent soy ginger sauce (thank you fellow passenger) …. yada yada yada. It was awesome!

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Since I read about them in elementary school – I have always wanted to see a dinosaur. I finally got to see one (sort of) at the Natural History Museum!! SO EXCITED!
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Isn’t she the cutest?
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A Biologist…
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More dinosaurs…
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I don’t miss traffic. At. All.
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Gah! The food was wicked
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I think you get the idea.

I love traveling and everywhere we go we get asked about living Alaska. By the end of the trip I felt a little tired of explaining things like – island life, why I get so excited to shop at a REAL store, how long we are going to live here, why we stay… It is strange to explain how and why the lifestyle in southeast Alaska is so different, but so much the same. Talking about it does make me appreciate the unique situation we are in though.

There were a few moments where I felt a little out of place – like a country mouse in the city. I think that kind of goes with living on an island. Sometimes going back to civilization can make you feel a little out of touch. This is kind of random, but during our flight home, I read part of this speech by Amy Schumer. It was a great reminder that no matter where you are or what you are doing, the main thing is that you are doing your thing.

Cheers to more trips in the future!! 🙂

“Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.”

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