Point of View


I tend to brag to others about how much I love our new "hometown", so I figured I would start showing you why. 

On the weekends I don't work, you can find me in downtown Troy at the farmers market. 
Even if I don't need the amazing produce they have to offer, I enjoy seeing farm to market entrepreneurs 
and secretly dream of a lifestyle of growing/producing my own income. 

Even after almost two years, I am still amazed at the difference in architectural design. 
Everything in the Northeast seems to me to be more ornate, stately yet simple at the same time. 
Yes I understand that these may be antonyms, but I enjoy the feel of it.
 The south is much more modern and rustic. I think "old" has a lot of charm. 

1// side street downtown Troy, Ny
2// fresh produce compliments of Troy's Waterfront Market
3// beautiful heirlooms
4// Albany, Ny State Capitol building

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Why I'm deleting Facebook


Guys…I must have missed them memo, but when did social media platforms suddenly become solely political platforms?

I'm over it. I seriously want to gag anytime I get on social media because it only appears to be a war zone of hateful responses.
I have most recently deleted the Facebook ap off of my phone because any time I scan news feeds,
it is most often filled with slandering and rants about other peoples beliefs.
What happened to that little thing called the Golden Rule?

New flash… your opinion isn't the only one, whether right or wrong.
Everyone is entitled to their own and the freedom to express such, but I don't think those who have died for our freedom wish for us to use it against each other.

If people want to be sad about Robin Williams death…LET THEM

If people want to promote the #icebucketchallenge for ALS…LET THEM

If a woman wants to homeschool her children…LET HER

If a father wants to be a stay at home dad…LET HIM

If people want to be vegetarian… LET THEM

If people want to eat meat at every meal…LET THEM

If people want to bring awareness to diseases across the world… LET THEM

If a cat wants to ride a vacuum wearing a shark costume… LET THEM

The beauty of this world is that we are not required to be a cookie cutter image of the person next to us.

What I am saying it that you don't have to have the same beliefs as the person sitting next to you, however we MUST stop attacking people with our words.
Remain humble and respectful of others opinions and decisions as there will always be different than someone else's.

I mean really…am I crazy? Is it so hard to just be nice?

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Pot Luck Roommate


The college I attended was only 20 minutes from home, which made it an attractive choice for some as a commuter school. I however wanted the full college experience while also staying close to home base. My best friend, who was attending college 3 hours away, and I decided to live in the dorms and go for "pot luck" roommates.

As I eagerly attended Freshman orientation, I was excited to meet the girls who would be living on my dorm's nursing interest group floor, as well as possibly be my roommates. I was incredibly shy as I had the same best friend since 2nd grade, and I wasn't the most outgoing when it came to meeting new people.
Both of which terrified me since I wouldn't be attending college with my best friend.

A few weeks later, our roommate assignments came in the mail and I crossed my fingers that out of the two other girls who I would be sharing a room with, at least one of them would be "normal". Don't you know as soon as I saw the names I jumped on Facebook to stalk creep on my newest cohabitants.
Both girls were cheerleaders at their local high schools…UGH. I hated reallllly disliked cheerleaders, as I was your punk kid who wore far too much eye liner, a Senses Fail band Tee and guys skater shoes…seriously. Great, I would have to deal with cheerleaders. Who knows what they must have thought of me!

 High School Emo Casey

As fate would have it, I found a best friend in one of my "pot luck" roommates. The other one, well we just won't talk about it. April and I have been inseparable ever since Freshman year of college. I will never forget after our first semester having to leave each other over Christmas break and we both just bawled our eyes out. To say I was lucky would be an understatement. I'm just thankful we both looked past the Facebook profile pictures and learned to love each other.

Why am I sharing this story?
This time next week, April and I will once again be roommates and I couldn't be more excited!!!! April is coming to live with Joe and I for some time (maybe forever?) over the next few months as she pursues travel nursing here in New York. I am so excited to have a piece of home here in New York with me. And I can't wait to share the trouble that we get into…like the good 'ol days.

 Oh yes we did...
See they get along just great

And now that you've had a flash into my past…get ready for some fun updates from me and my forever roommate! How's that for a #flashbackfriday

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You're 4 years old and sitting in the waiting room at the Pediatrician's office.
The room smells of antiseptic and is uncomfortably cold.
Your name is called, and you are whisked away to a room in the back, clown themed.
Who likes clowns? I thought they were made for horror movies. 
As the doctor enters the room, you grab for Dad's hand, unsure of what will happen next.
The doctor checks your ears, nose and throat; then has you "blow out" the light of the otoscope.
He asks silly questions, comments how big you have gotten, and ends with a good bill of health.
Phew, you can let go of Dad's hand as things weren't so bad this time.

Enters the nurse with something in her hand.
She asks you what kind of bandaid you would like.
Bandaid? Why would you need a bandaid?
As your eyes dart to Dad, he explains that it's just one little shot.
Shot? We've been tricked. No one said anything about a shot.
Dad then explains that it's needed to prevent something worse from happening.
What could be worse than a shot?
As you protest, shed tears and try to hide, there is no getting out of this situation.
Because you're kicking and fighting, Dad must now hold you down so the nurse can administer the shot.
Hurt, physically and emotionally you wonder why your fiercest protector could possibly let this happen.
He explains that temporary pain is often needed to manifest long term health

As a 4 year old, a routine immunization can relate to suffering. 
How could someone who loves us allow us to endure suffering?

Have you caught on to the analogy I'm trying to portray?

We have a Father who is Sovereign, meaning all things are under His rule and control. 
So why would He cause pain and suffering in this world?

The pain, often temporary is what helps us to manifest a lifetime of spiritual health. 
Where do you hang your suffering?
Do you turn away from your loved one? Or do you rejoice in what you are being taught?

Tough questions, without firm answers but something great to mull over. 
Mystery is a new concept I'm learning to lean on in my spiritual life. It is something that helps to strengthen my faith.
If God is infinite, then there is no way I, a lowly human, could attempt to know everything about Him.
Which can only explain why his infinite power must remain a mystery, and that I must be ok with that.

These were the powerful lessons I learned this past Sunday. Powerful words which brought me back to reality and humbled me with tears. I'm sure I won't do the teaching its justice, but its something that has remained on my mind, and really challenged me this week.

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soaking in the last


As I am spending my free time soaking up the rest of summer, I'll leave you with my life currently.

feeling/// anxious (imagine that) about summer ending, and the inevitable hibernation. During the winter, the sun begins to set around 3:45pm and it makes this girl a bit nutty. Plus I haven't hiked, tubed, or explored enough in these few short summer months.

wishing/// more like praying for doors to open if they are supposed to. I know in life I am unable to influence fate, but I don't want to push something upon someone if it's not supposed to happen…make sense? Vague enough?

listening/// to Frank Sinatra Pandora station. Franky does my soul well

reading/// The Memory Keeper's Daughter compliments of the wonderful Amber. And am I the last to know that it also appears to be a movie?

cooking/// cheddar beer chicken tacos… one word. YUM

enjoying/// the weight that has lifted off my shoulders and the peace it has brought. A little personal so we won't go there. How am I celebrating? Sitting on the couch, hanging out with you, sipping on a diet coke. This. Is. Life.

wearing/// sweat pants and a red sox shirt…NAPOLI!

linking up with Jenna&Anne
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