This is such a rambly, grumbly post. But I rate my favorite airports! Which is SCINTILLATING.

I am so excited to move. So so so excited.

At the same time I'm really worried that I have built up Washington too much; that in my desire to get out of Maryland and away from the east coast, I am projecting too much onto our next area of residence. A place where it rains nearly all the time, and air conditioners are not standard (ugh; only AC can cut out the stink of damp. Crap.).

I feel bad for poor Maryland. There could be a philosophical question based on my three years here: did living in Maryland exacerbate my depression, or was I more depressed because of living in Maryland? Either way, this poor state may always be viewed negatively by me because I spent so much of the last three years being so blasted sad.

I also think my years here were deeply biased by my Nevada upbringing. I like space. I like the sun. I like dryness. I like driving with aloha (within reason, of course). I like to be able to choose whether to be stuck in traffic. I like pleasant people who practice the Golden Rule. I like front yards that aren't a parking lot. I like being able to see for miles forward. I like fences.

Also, I like to whine. Apparently.

There have been some positives to living here.

• Rita's 
• The wonderful nice people I've met here. I've especially really loved the women from church. There are so many strong, educated women who made the conscious decision to live as they currently do. I have been forever inspired and enriched by several of the women I've met here.
• BWI. Yup, the airport. BWI is a dream airport. I adore it. Especially helpful is the fact I can get there in 15 minutes. / I grew up using McCarran airport in Las Vegas, which I've now realized is a total piece of crap airport designed by blind monkeys with a preference for tour buses and taxis. McCarran is my least favorite frequented airport (and yet it always brings me "home;" such a conundrum). / I flew to Reno a lot for work, and that is a good airport. It's tiny and cute and efficient. / Salt Lake was less good when I was going to school in Provo (Go Cougs!), but it's pretty nice now. Plus it takes us to my in-laws, which is also huge in its favor. / The Honolulu airport was nice. Not just because it takes you to Hawaii. It's my second favorite frequented airport. They, like BWI, know how to get you in and out quickly without giving preference to the tourism-dependent vehicles (ahem, McCarran? See how they've balanced that?). / In conclusion, BWI is awesome. It's airport bliss.         The end.

How did this turn into a post about airports?

Anyway, I am excited to move back out west.

Maybe that's the east's biggest problem: it's not the west.

It reminds me of a line from Fellowship of the Ring. "I want to see mountains again. Mountains, Gandalf!"

I think that line fairly often. . .  except I say, "moun'ns."

Y'all ready for this?

Da na na nana na nananana na na na nananana.

Hee.

I've updated the Nani blog with lots of pictures. It's a good one.

We caught the DC blossoms at the perfect time! I have been hoping for this our three springs here (actually, I have wanted to see the blossoms for 15 years). It was spectacular and stunning. I took about 25 pictures of the blossoms and the Jefferson Memorial in the background, to have one to frame for my wall-o-Jen-pictures. I'm so excited!

Losing my mind

Ha, on the Nani blog I re-posted pictures of Nadine in the snow. From the post just before it. Woops.

I have switched my medication, and I swear the new one has turned my brain into mush. I've never been so scatter-brained.

I've left my wallet (1) in a shopping cart at Target, and (2) at home. Both times, I didn't notice until I was ready to check out of the store, with a cart full of groceries (no worries, I always returned within an hour or two to purchase my cart).

The other night I came home late, my hands full. The next morning, I took the trash outside, and when I returned, I noticed I had left my keys in our door lock, on the OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE. All night. Thank goodness we have a view-blocking storm door, and an alarm on our door, and really long-suffering guardian angels.

I switched meds because we're (still) trying to get pregnant. But the pregnancy-friendly meds are not nearly as effective as the other meds (which were hell to detox from, but so wonderful when I was taking them), and they have the unfortunate side-effect of making me spacey. And hungry. And rage-y. We'll see how long I last before I just give up and go back to the effective meds.

It's pretty funny how much trouble I have focusing, except when I really think about it. Then it's not so funny any more. Sigh.

Nani updates and a Facebook farewell

I added a very few pictures on the Nani blog. She's cute, so it's worth the click.

Hopefully my blog presence will increase (a bit) now, because . . .

I'm quitting Facebook.

Phew.

I feel so free.

And apprehensive.

(Please don't think I'm passive aggressively writing this to make others feel bad.
I'm just explaining my feelings. Blogging, if you will.)

I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.

• It's a great way to keep in contact with people.
• It's like approved voyeurism.
• I get a high when people comment on my posts (lame!).

But at the same time,

• Facebook keeps you in contact with people
• it's approved voyeurism
• using it makes me feel euphoric. I'm quite addicted to it.

I'm not horrifically addicted. I generally only log in once a day, and luckily I don't have the app on any devices. But I log in EVERY DAY. When I could be interacting with my child. Or exercising. Or cleaning. Or napping. Or reading. Or actually personally contacting my friends.

Facebook facilitated me becoming "friends" with people with whom I had hoped to never interact again. I know I could've declined their friend requests, but I have guilt doing that (lame!), and I was also overcome with curiosity about whether high school mates had continued to wreck their lives.

Facebook was also good at keeping me in contact with select few individuals, but I've realized I can't stay on it just because it's my way of staying up to date with these people.

And most importantly, constantly seeing the random, whiny, menial thoughts of "friends" caused me to really, really dislike them. The following sums it up perfectly:

(In the interest of full disclosure, I have also severely limited my time on Pinterest. While trying to mitigate my depression, I realized the only thing Pinterest accomplishes for me [except recipes] is that I negatively compare myself to the other moms there. And that's lame and terribly destructive.)

Facebook is far too efficient at quenching my thirst for drama, so it has to go. It has to go because I waste a lot of time on it. It has to go because there are few relationships that can be fostered only on Facebook. And it has to go because sometimes I find myself thinking of my life in terms of status updates (lame!).

Plus, not having a Facebook account will justify sending out Christmas cards.