Hey All!

I’m excited to announce the start-up of my new site, thanks to Eric!

Eric has bought me a dot com address, and the blog will be moving to:


I appreciate all of the readers that I have gained already and value all of the comments and opinions of my posts. I hope that all of you will continue reading and keep in touch on my latest adventures!

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Thank you all for all of your support, and look forward to conversing with you on the new site!


Cheers and Fluff!
Xo Anna


Where I wanted to go.

Home. Home is where I wanted to go.  I may be well on my way into growing up and starting a new life on my own, but I sometimes feel like I am still in the  mindset of my undergraduate college years. Without fail, when something particularly bad happens, I want to go home. Home is an interesting word. Can a person truly have more than one home? In the “house” sense I suppose, but home naturally has such a rooted meaning; it is where one grows up and starts embedding their roots into the world around them.

Home [hohm] :noun
1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
2.the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered.
3.the dwelling place or retreat of an animal.
4. the place or region where something is native or most common.

Boca Grande, FL

The third definition caught my eye. Retreat of an animal.  If I want to “get away from it all,” I retreat, and go home. “LUNA! We’re headin’ home!!” …Maybe we’re not as grown-up and off on our own as we may have thought! It seems whenever a three day weekend presents itself, or a weekend that is not completely homework laden, we go home. I think that as of my past year, the one love (besides Eric of course) that has kept me from returning home, is Luna. Every day that I left for a week to visit my mom in celebration of her Birthday this summer,r Luna was sick. She has unpronounced diarrhea, her eating habits changed, and (according to Eric) she was always looking out of the one large window my 500 sq ft apartment had to offer. Who would want to leave such a bundle of fluff?

It’s all about that darn nesting effect! You can only fly so far away from the nest before you must fly back again sooner than later…just to make sure the nest is still there and to snag some home-cooked meals while back of course.Nothing can compare to my mama’s cooking. There’s just something about going home and eating one of your favorite meals that has been cooked with love and cherished throughout your childhood. For me, it’s my mama’s Cold-Clearing Chicken Noodle Soup.

When I’m sick, the first thing I want is my mama’s famous Chicken Noodle Soup. I can attest from the multitude of times it has helped me get up and running from a cold that it simply must have magical properties. No need for Campbell’s with this recipe in your kitchen!

Here is the recipe, from my mama’s home to yours:

1 large container of Swanson or College Inn chicken broth (low sodium of course).

Boneless chicken breasts pack of 4-8 depending on how much chicken you want, I usually use 8.  Remove grissle and fat. (Keeps you from picking out bones.)

1 package parsnips (scraped and cleaned then sliced/cubed.) (these have all the good vitamins in them, yum!)

1 package carrots (prepare same as parsnips)

1 package leaks (rinse well (they grow in sand)  and cut one of them as they usually come 2 tied together, cut some of the green and then down to the base).

1 pack celery, cleaned and cubed.

Add a little garlic bottled fresh, pepper corns, and a few bay leaves.

Put chicken in broth with 2 cups of water  in a large pot and “simmer” never boil, for about 1 hour to start cooking chicken breasts.  Then put in the rest of the ingredients and simmer again for bout 2-3 hours until chicken falls apart.  Remove chicken, cut in pieces, and return to soup and you will have yummy chicken soup for a week!!  Make noodles on the side if you want….good with brown rice too!!

Manasota Beach, FL

One of the things I miss the most is the added comfort and convenience of being back home. Home entails nothing surprising, and that’s a nice feeling. When everything in your life starts to get in disarray, home is how it has and always will be, a place of refuge and guidance. What I miss most about Florida in particularly (since now home is indeed too far for a quick drive to!) next to my mother and the two fluffs of her own, are the beaches. Columbia is without a doubt the Gainesville of South Carolina. One our away from the beaches on the Atlantic, and two hours away from the mountains (hey, it’s the closest adventure-filled trip to Disney World we’ve got!) Not to mention that Columbia is technically a college town to boot.

Summer may be the hardest time when adjusting to the “real world.” Oh Undergrad summers, when working was done part-time, if at all, and tanning happened 4-5 times a week. When the beach was a short run (yes, running to the beach I surely miss.) Did you know that the last beach to allow alcohol in South Carolina just recently made it prohibited? Indian givers! A friend of a coworker of mine received a $140 fine from having a six-pack (and not the Brad Pitt Kind) on the beach. Now that is an expensive case of beer!

Growing up in Florida, summer is directly equated with the beach. I wonder what summer equates with for anyone that’s not from the Sunshine State? Summer is idealized as freedom to many. Time to rest up and enjoy some play time before the upcoming semester! About that party in Miami…

But I? Full-time job, what seems like a million miles away from the beach, and medical issues rounding the bend. It’s hard being a grown up sometimes, when home is no longer a short couple hours, but rather state’s away.

Summer comes in many forms. What does it mean for you?

“Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi un été invincible.”


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