So, here I am, back in America. Not that it's not been an uneventful few weeks. I'm now a professional luggage-carrier, airplane-flyer and road-rage manager. But I cannot say that I'm a light-load carrier — I have a lot of stuff.
In the last couple weeks, I've flown from Copenhagen to London to Chicago (where I stayed overnight and they lost my bag) to Kansas City. I stayed with my family for a week in Kansas City and racked up the calories gorging myself on hash browns, TexMex, homemade baked good and mom's cooking. I ate. A lot. And napped and watched movies and had picnics and drank cheap wine and played a lot of my favorite board games with my loved ones.
And my family and my very patient boyfriend, Tyler, were all quite sad (at least that's what they said) to see me go after only being home for seven short days before departing on my next adventure: New York.
1,200 miles, 20 hours, eight states and a lot of coffees later, I made it to New York, my PT Cruiser tired from the long haul after a six month driving hiatus when I was in Denmark. My sister, who accompanied me, was just glad that we didn't kill each other on the way up.
I'm now living on Long Island, working at Newsday, a tabloid daily, as their photo and multimedia intern. And I've already garnered a nickname and am affectionately known as I27, as in "intern 27" — my boss sure is a jokester.
Since I've been back in America, I've been lugging a few different cameras around — the usual 5D, and my Holga, which has been usual lately. But I also brought along my father's Pentax K1000 after I found a roll of expired 800 ISO film in my room in Lawson.
So, I've been trying to take pictures I think some of my European friends would find interesting or amusing — like this snow cone stand in a parking lot by the highway. But I've also been shooting with emotion, trying to capture my loved ones in a very beloved format.
So, for the next eight weeks, I'm off alone on my next adventure. I hope I find as lovely people as I did in Denmark to share my time with. I'll be blogging my learning curves and experiences with this quite fast-paced place. I've already noticed people around here know I'm an outsider by my blatant Midwestern accent — I say coffee, not "quaw-fee" — and New York drivers judge me very quickly based on my Missouri plates. But, it's just another foreign place, to me!