My Life In Theory

My view from the top of the empire state building. So the last 2 days have been a bit of a tourestie blur. A broadway show, shopping on 5th avenue, the met, the empire state building, saint vartans church, and some of the best bookstores in the city. Not a bad way to spend 2 days. And as the sun rises on today the 30th of april I smile. As I live one of those once in a lifetime days, waking up in NYC. Here is hoping my 24th year of life brings the changes I'm chasing and the moments that we all live for. Love ya readers, Your 24 year old hero

A thousand appologies to anyone wondering if we made it to nyc yet. But after a 5 hour flight that involved tiny seats a bratty preteen and arriving at 8am and taking a 40 minute taxi ride into brooklyn I have to say I was justifibly to tired to blog. Day 1 in nyc has Reminded me yet again why I love it here. Our first jont was a trip to chinatown on a damp morning which earned me a slip and slide on metal grates and a rather large gash on my left knee. One that hurt like a motherfucker and sent alice on a scavenger hunt for neosporen and bandaids. Fallowed by a subway trip back to brooklyn a 4 block walk to alice's sister hellen's place and allowing myself to be a part of her practical medical school exam. One I was no longer bleeding nick and I decided to try and sleep off the jet lag. Which required 5 hours of sleep in random angles. Then a trip to manhatten proper to visit serendipity 3 for the best deserts on earth. So there you have it day one of our adventures for your c...

All my bags are packe d Im ready to go Im stand in here outsi de your door I hate to wake you up to say goodb ye But the dawn is break in Its early morn The taxis waiti n Hes blowi n his horn Alrea dy Im so lones ome I could die So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that youll wait for me Hold me like youll never let me go cause Im leavi n on a jet plane Dont know when Ill be back again Oh babe, I hate to go There s so many times Ive let you down So many times Ive playe d aroun d I tell you now, they dont mean a thing Evry place I go, Ill think of you Evry song I sing, Ill sing for you When I come back, Ill bring your weddi ng ring So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that youll wait for me Hold me like youll never let me go cause Im leavi n on a jet plane Dont know when Ill be back again Oh babe, I hate to go Now the time has come to leave you One more time Let me kiss you Then close your eyes Ill be on my way Dream about the days to come When I wont have to le...

Remember that on this day April 24, 1915 the beginning of a 3 year genocide of the Armenian people took place. Remember that 1.5 million lives were lost. Remember that millions more lost there homes businesses and history. Remember that till this day 93 years later our loss is denied. Remember that to this day genocide is referred to as an act of war by the Turkish government. Remember that in the year 2008 the president of the United States, the land of the free, choose oil and flight paths over acknowledgment of a horrendous act. Remember that one day we will be remembered. But only if you never forget. In remembrance of the 1.5 million lives lost. in remembrance of my family members i never met. who lost there lives and those who did everything in there power so that our name would somehow live on. APRIL 24. Armenian Genocide Remembrance Day

How random is that. I can’t believe I'm actually taking a trip this year to one of my favorite places in the world. I've been looking forward to returning to NYC since I left two years ago. I love NY I love what it represents the times I can have there. The things I can see, the people I can meet. The person I can be while I’m there. Last time I ventured to NYC I felt like I could do anything like my limits didn’t exist that I could be anyone do anything become the person I wanted to be. After I returned home reality sunk in. Life, work, and the daily dread took over and my dreams, my hopes, my ambition. They all took a back seat for this person I was becoming. The person I became the person who is miserable half the time and just wants to be happy but can’t seem to find the puzzle pieces to make this mess make sense. Part of me doesn't want to come home after this trip I feel like I’m stuck in such a rut that change is the only thing that will force me to do somethin...

I miss writing. I miss feeling like my words matter. feeling like my voice actually matter. i miss knowing who i am and why i exist. I miss me. I've spent just shy of 9 months trying to find my place and missing the mark each time. maybe someday i'll know my purpose my place and my cause but for now lost confusing and searching works for me. the sad thing is that the closer i get to other peoples goals for me the further i fall from my own path. maybe someday i'll find my way back to myself.

I've been thinking allot lately what my life would be like if.... if I'd been a different kind of person. The kind who lived more and thought less. The kind who opened up more and didn't block the world out. The kind that wasn't so afraid and actually enjoyed the moments instead of analyzing the seconds between them. Would that girl be happier, would she of lived a better life. found more joy? who is to say but sadly dear readers we are who we are and for now all I can do is try and enjoy the moments from now on....and hope that the kind of girl i am will make me the person I'm meant to be.