Shots of Georgia

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A farewell ode to my apartment.

My apartment is old.
An endearing type of old.
A beautiful old.
A type of old that adds on to my soul as being old fashioned and appreciate life's little simplicities that signifies much importance to me.
I love my apartment.

This I will hold dear to my heart.
For instance,
The glass door knob's that you just never see now-a-day's.
The off white door with the glass door knob that opens up to a large long convenient walk-in closet.
That's what I love about old houses.

Everything is so big and spacious and every nook and crane is special and detailed.

It's just breath taking.
The beautiful "french type" doors that lead out onto my back porch to oversee the trees that divide the houses and apartments in the back.
It also oversees a side glimpse of water street into Long Wharf.
So that on summer days you can hear the legendary long wharf concerts go on Sunday nights in August that bring back so many memories.
And even if you don't want to listen you are forced to unless you leave because the music seeps in through the side house walls into my apartment.
Beautiful and tough to get through at the same time.
I love how my living room opens into my kitchen and it is one big room only divided by half wall shelves.

Side wall for the living room and the other side are shelves for the kitchen.
I love my little stove. It speaks for the kitchen.
I love my bathroom. It's huge. The old fashioned tub with a convenient shower head draping over top.
The colossal sink that hold just about 50 of your beauty essential needs all atop the porcelain loveliness.

I love my hard wood floors. Now this took me a bit to love.

It's so much harder to maintain with hard floors.

Let alone hard old wood floors.
I have even grown to love the colonial type white and blue wallpaper in my bedroom.

Only on one wall it is plastered.

It evens out my so-called plain room with all white surrounding you. I hated it when I moved in, but it's so endearing and enchanting.. what can you do?

May a nights have I layed in bed studying the wall paper.
It's beautiful.
I love my two steps extending from my kitchen to my mini hallway.
Even though I have fallen a couple times and thought I twisted my ankle

to finally make my first trip to the hospital.

, You just wouldn't see that happen, stairs, and I thank you for the graceful and not so graceful falls you provided.
I love my three stairs that accentuates my even more shelves in my mini hall.
Upon these lovely shelves sit many picture frames and cheap unique storage like Marshall boxes and my vinyl LP albums.
Color meets white.
I love my windows in my living room. So high up thanks to the high ceilings. I can therefore hang my long curtains and there is no need to take them in on the bottom.
They fit perfectly.
Even though only 3 windows can open without a fight.
One in the bedroom,
one in the kitchen-living room and
one in the bathroom.
I love my food pantry door with much space even a family of 4 would be jealous of.
On the top side of the inside door is an old pencil sharpener.
It is bolted in the door.
That's just too lovely even for words.
Very much music has flowed in this space of mine for two years. Through my
iPod,
CD player,
Record player
and DVD player.
My apartment was just not meant to be entertained the two years I lived in it.
Maybe in the future it will get it's spotlight.
No, only close very few people got to experience the gorgeousness in which I lived.
It could really only fit 5 people at the most.
Luckily it has been able to fit three cats in here.
A miracle I will say.
Everything about this apartment, I love.
I am thankful for this to be my first living in arrangement.
A little detail here, a little detail there.
My Magnum Opus.
So thank you apartment, for being so good to me when life didn't want to.
Thank you for being my security, and my place to go to at the end of a long day or to even stay in on a long day.
I couldn't have asked for a better, most beautiful first apartment.
I hope the next one is just as rewarding as you.
This excites me to think what the Lord has in store for me down the road after my experience in Georgia.
On to bigger and better things.
My apartment on 103 High Street Apt.3 Cambridge, Maryland 21613 is no way shape or form boring.
It speaks for itself and it holds so much potential.
As hard as it is, I release you.
Thank you so much!
Love, Katie Lin Blackmon

Right, Left; Up or Down..

I have been overly thinking my future these past few days. Forcibly the reason being as I do not work at the Law Office any longer. I am praying, harder and harder each day to hear God's direction for my life. Impatient I might add, but I clean my ears out every day in hopes to hear and realize what he has in store for me. I went to Chesapeake Woods on Monday and filled out the extremely long application; had my interview; and then left. I got a call on Tuesday for a second interview for today, Thursday at 1:00. I went over sample questions and typed all of my answers in Word. I thought long and hard of what could be asked of me in hopes that if this job isn't for me, at least I have tried.

Thinking of your future is an exasperating emotionally spent process. I wish it wasn't but because of the person I am this process is exhausting. I battle the do's and don'ts; the pro's and con's; the what if's and what not's. If this Chesapeake Woods Receptionist job does not fall in my favor, there is a reason for that. God has a plan for me and it's very hard to see that sometimes, but I know this to be true.

What would I do next? be a nanny. I have always wanted to go someplace else besides Maryland and nanny a wonderful family and share that wonderful and new experience that I have longed for for quite some time now. I found a uniquely fitted family in Texas. 3 girls. The oldest is 3 and a half; her name is Faith. And the two twins are 2 and a half; Hope and Hannah. They are a christian family with a live-in situation that would be wonderful for me. I honestly just don't know what my life's next step will be and I feel like I need to act fast if I want to save my apartment. My apartment is near and dear to me. It is my living space that sprouts my personality in every nook and crane; it is also my Independence. My apartment is me; and I share this with my three cats and it all feels like a wonderful and balanced home. I have been blessed to have such a gorgeous apartment for two years this coming July. And I have to keep reminding myself that if I am not able to keep this apartment, there is a reason. Something new and wonderful will come along for me, and it will not be the end of the world. It seems like that to me as I type this but I just have to tell myself, it's not.

God has a plan for me.

I wish I knew what it was, but that is the joy and frustration of being a human that got her life saved from the magnificent God above.

I ask you to please pray for me. Pray for God's direction for me and that I may listen with both ears and take his commands lovingly as he knows what is best for me. I thank you.

What is my next step this time?

I am unemployed.
I need a job.
A place to live.

any suggestions?

Where will my life go this time? I am excited to see what the Lord has planned for me.

What Is To Be Expected.

I went to Wal*Mart last night to get a pack of water. I have been dying for some water, and sadly my fridge is still broke and is unable to have some nice cold water. Therefore, I took a trip to the unwanted. I hate Wal*Mart. Every time a trip is made to this superstore there are certain things that are always to be expected.

(1) being the fact that you will always see at least one person there that you know, and you are forced to put on a smile and make polite small chit-chat, because that is to be expected.
(2) there are always some weird high school "gang" wearing all black; walking about the isles making strange noises and acting totally their age. Just in and out of isles, because really; what else is there to do in Cambridge?
(3) Couples crunching to get everything on their list in a matter of minutes. Wife spots Husband browsing at a coffee maker and she asks, "did you get the, fill in the blank here, and he dumbfoundedly looks at her and replies, "What?" Which then aggravates the Wife most likely thinking, why did I bring him here with me?
(4) Everything you want, is most likely going to be out of stock, so that is a trip wasted to be totally honest.
(5) People see other people in the isles and decide to talk for about an hour blocking the only thing that you really need.
(6) A very odd looking couple from high school walking extremely slow, and not to be rude, but it just makes you think, if they are seriously a couple, then why am I not in a relationship?
(7) Running into people you really don't want to see, so you avoid them at all costs, to only bump into them in the next lane and they awkwardly smile or make a gesture that clearly states, "get out of my lane."

This is all to be expected every single trip you take to your local Wal*Mart. I am switching to Target, full time.

With my own two eyes.

I was driving to work this morning. The weather has been nice to us today so not only was it feeling different but it was looking different. Every day as I cross the Burger King bridge the water and its surroundings always look different. Even on certain mornings one side of the bridge looks completely different then the other side. But this morning it was peaceful, breath taking, calm and gorgeous. The fog/mist had made the colors of the water and the air and the trees so soft and pastel like. As I was driving across the bridge trying to savor every look I could glace at to embed in my mind what a wonderful scene had taken place, I wanted to just turn around, and park my car, walk and stand on top of the white concrete median that divides the roads in two; with a camera in hand. I don't have a nice camera that could take the kind of picture that I was given the ability to see through my eyes what I saw, nor do I have the gumption to even stand on top of that concrete median with cars flying by at high speeds. Someone would have thought I was crazy. But it was beautiful none the less and I thank God I got to experience such a sight.