alright, first let me apologize for being M.I.A. the past few days. i'm a busy girl!
school's been hectic, i've been having sleepover after sleepover, and i haven't been home long enough to even look at my laptop, let alone blog off of it.
so i decided to take this lovely hump day and make it all about me.
my room is spotless.
my bed is perfectly engineered with tucked in sheets and fresh pillow cases, my closet is now color coordinated, my laundry will be finished drying in 24 minutes, all of my unfinished valentines candy is gone, my jewelry is organized, and my calendar is updated. i finally have room to breathe.
now i just need to shower before i start to get dreads... (which i would secretly love to have.)
while i was chained to my bed post trying to find the carpet on my half of the room... that's when i heard it...rain.
it wasn't just a light sprinkle, it was pounding into the concrete and earth that surround my ground level window.
my cheeks instantly rose, and a smile erupted from my pale ginger face.
the first thing i explain to everyone after i tell them i'm from moses lake washington is that it's not close to seattle at all, or anywhere for that matter that gushes rain. but somehow even after i explain that they always seem to think that it rains everyday in moses lake, and that i don't think of rain as anything special.
well listen up, moses lake is a desert. it rains, but just as often as it rains anywhere else. and when it rains, it's beautiful.
i'll never forget the way the sunset looked during a rain storm; as it was barely peeking over the mountains, glistening on the lake, making the sky look like it was on fire, and that smell. you know that smell i'm talking about. (if they could bottle it and sell it as a perfume i'd totally buy it.)
i loved watching that sunset fade behind the mountains, taking the rain storm with it and leaving the scent of a cleansed earth.
so when it rains in utah, that's the first thing i think about.
that ML lake illuminated with the suns light, the sky bright red, and the smell of rain.
the first assumption people would make when i said i was from washington was washington DC. so i got into the habit of saying washington state. then their second assumption would be them saying, "it must be beautiful there with all of those trees" and i would softly giggle to myself and explain we had no trees for miles and miles and miles. I always got funny looks! I LOVE ML!
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