8230;Moments to be treasured. When I was about twelve or thirteen, one of my girl friends and I were allowed to take the city bus to Third Avenue. This was the downtown area of our small city, filled with a plethora of small shops and eateries. We felt so grown up on our exciting adventures of lunching and shopping. I remember peering through that door hoping to cat.

Earlier this week, my friend Kevin shared this link on Facebook. Inspired by Secret Coders, Remembering and Relearning Myself.

Packing Up For The Last Time. I dig slowly through the book bins, checking for beloved texts. Sometimes flipping through, sometimes putting them in my box, most times returning them to the bin. As the books tilt forward I see a sea of my name scrawled on the top of so many of them. The boxes I pack are few. What good will these items be in a basement? I hope you had the time of your life. Gigi was playing with her baby.

The day has finally come for me to say Good-bye. I have knots in my stomach because I have mixed feelings about this challenge ending. I was challenged to write whatever I wanted and people were able to leave a comment if they liked or disliked my writing. I also had the opportunity to learn about other people and enjoy their writing. Different slices everyday inspired me to.

I was blessed to have a childhood full of memories growing up. It is always great to come across a scent that brings me back to childhood. There are two main ones which stick out for me, St. Anytime I get the chance to go back there really starts the weekend off on the right note. I am certain the latter of the two scents will be a topic of a slice later this month as we near the best season of the year, track season. Taking the physical aspect of hear.

This is usually not a challenge, but today I was obsessed with everything meat.

When I woke up this morning, I figured my final post would be a reflection of my 31 days of blogging.

Learning, Love, and Literature. I seriously loathe running on a treadmill, but every time I choose a long race to run, I have to train during the winter. Since my town is terrible at plowing its main roads, let alone its sidewalks, I have to run inside, either on the small track at my gym or on the dreaded treadmill. The sounds of passing cars, rustling tree branches, or fresh leaves mask my gasping breaths. The sights of dog .

There is something about trekking and climbing mountains that I have always had trouble putting into words. It is hard to understand what there is to love about walking day in and day out, going up only to go down and going down only to go back up. Stopping to do the bare minimum to survive. What makes it worth the risk? Because there are plenty of risks. 8220;Pizza in the morning,.

Closed, I sit and wait. Day 4- Make new friends but keep the old. Tonight I had dinner with an old friend. It was the usual fanfare- wine, food, and conversation. So, today, I dedicate this slice to my old friend, colleague, boss, Carla. You will always be gold in my eyes.