Christmas at the Townsends


My girls and I, Christmas 2004 at the Townsend's

When I first moved to Washington, I spent the first Christmas by myself. My boyfriend at the time went to Australia to be with his family and all my roommates went home for the holidays. I was alone, in my apartment for four whole days feeling sorry for myself. I vowed I would never experience such a miserable Christmas again, at least, when it was in my control.

The next year, my father invited me to spend Christmas with him in Canada... It would be the first time I saw him in 5 years. I found out a little later that I would actually spend Christmas with my step-mother and step-brother (who I have never met) before he would arrive a couple of days later. Hmmmmmmm.

I called Christopher Townsend, a guy I met in the dorms who I don't have any relation to (even though we have the same last name, almost). I pleaded him to take me in for the holidays, like a bedraggled puppy with no home. Chris did, and I had a wonderful time. It was the beginning of a tradition, something I have had to grow accustomed to. The next Christmas I came over to wrap presents on Christmas Eve, and the next Christmas, my sisters had moved to the States.

The Townsends took the Townshends in, and we had a wonderful time. There were lots of sleeping involved, roaring fires and fresh pumpkin pie. There were warm hugs and personal conversations, chocolate chip cookies and lots and lots presents, for everyone. Christmas to me has become memories at the Townsend’s house, of laughter and of love. We went to Church, and sat together at pew, listening to the bell choir. As I looked to my left and right, I finally realized what I had been missing. Family.

For the first time in five years, I felt like I belonged. My sisters were in touching distance, my surrogate family by my side. With a smile on my face, and tear in my eye, I could finally rest, feeling fulfilled and happy.

I added some more photos from Christmas to share.


Danie dropped like a flea after Christmas dinner


Chris dropped like a flea after Christmas dinner


Sarah upstaging me during our posing


Sarah and Estelle, getting pretty in the Bathroom


Estelle, Sarah and I after opening presents early Christmas morning

Vacation in Vancouver


Ahhh the Canadian's! Wonderfully happy and content people, living it up in the frozen north! Did you know that 90% of all Canadian's live within 100 miles of the US border? I don't think it has anything to do with us (they would rather be far away from us, I think) but the weather factor. Vancouver, Canada is actually Andrew's first taste of freedom from American soil! This posting is all about our frozen adventures with our friendly northern neighbors.


If you take out a map of North America, you will see that Seattle is only a mere 2 1/2 hours away from the Canadian border. Andy, up until Christmas 2004 had NEVER left Uncle Sam's back yard. As a girl who had her passport years before a credit card or checkbook, I decided his lack of travel needed to change. Although deep down inside, Canada doesn't really count as "foreign territory", it was a good (and cheap) place to start. We drove up in the morning, with tasty Starbucks Christmas Peppermint Mocha's in hand, commenting on the beautiful “Seattle” weather (crappy and overcast) and traffic (bumper to bumper all the way up to Everett). But, we did take a detour, just south of Bellingham (about ½ hour from the border) there's a scenic road worth taking, which winds up Puget Sound's coastline, presenting beautiful views...



Andrew took the time to shoot photos of me with the great backdrop, but more importantly...




The snaking roads that only a car enthusiast would care to take pictures of. Not that I'm jealous or anything, of inanimate, man-made constructions... =)

So we make it to the border, and are disappointed with the lack of Canadian Mounties. Only grumpy boarder guards, who grumps are surpassed only by the American ones on the way home.

I've been to Vancouver many times, but never during Christmas... How beautiful it was! The lights among the trees, the garlands affixed on every streetlamp... The crazy street performers in their full regalia…


(Exhibit A: Gold man with Santa Hat - moved like a robot when money is dropped in gold box).



We went to Canada initially for Andy's sake, but also to get away from the American Christmas Craze. We didn't do so well; we ended up buying nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants from Old Navy. Could have gone down the street and saved a bunch of money on gas, and tax (Canada has a 14% sales tax). But those crazy Canadians know how to enjoy their shopping around Christmas time! There were garlands and wreaths along the walkways, lights among the trees and plenty of entertainment along the way. One of the malls hosted life-sized toys, which moved when a donation is made to the box for the children’s hospital.


Below is a toy soldier, one of the many toys found strewn across the mall. There were also Ballerinas, Geishas and Cowboys.




The Starbucks was also an interesting phenomena. Notice the one ACROSS THE STREET in downtown, busy Vancouver. The scariest thing about it, I believe, is the fact that Starbucks can afford to keep both open. In Seattle alone, there are close to 500 Starbucks Stores within the city limits. Watch out Mc Donald’s!

Across the street was a department store which also joined in to the Crazy Christmas Spirit. Andy and I spotted this cool chick at a cosmetics counter. How Las Vegas Show Girls ended up in the frozen north I don’t know… But they were getting all the boy’s attention. And you know how much makeup boys like to buy.



Andy and I also found some pretty cool backgrounds for photos - among them a giant red spring and a multi-colored playground apparatus. There are some of my fave pictures that Andy took.










Friends revisited: Will Kwon


Revisiting Friends: Will Kwon and I

Will Kwon and I went to school at JIS (Jakarta International School) together "back in the day." He has been such a supportive, loving friend and it was wonderful seeing him again. Studying Economics at the Graduate level at USC, he cited sports affiliations for his migration from Yale. We hung out at Newport Beach CA, eating the best burgers from some hole-in-the-wall and watching the Seagulls go by. We took photos of my toes in the sands, reminisced about old times, and discussed the uncertainty of the future. Will has the biggest heart, the gentlest nature and the most infectious smile - a friend I hope I can keep for life.

Wiggly toes


My Toes at Newport Beach

I grew up loving the ocean, the beaches, the sand. One of my favorite pass times is burying myself in the sand, and wiggling my toes at people passing by.

I continued this tradition in California, and took photos to prove it. Makes me think of the sand dunes of Eygpt somehow, with me being some collosal statue buried in the sand, lost to time and decaying with the passing of ancient civilizations...

I have a very active imagination.

California Roadtrip disaster stories (Summer 2004)

4:35 PM Posted by javagold 0 comments


California Love

Over the summer I helped my ex-boyfriend Eric move from Seattle, Washington to Irvine California. For those of you who don't know, that's one long ass-drive. Although the trip through Washington and Oregon were beautiful, California left much to be desired. Into our 10th hour, the alternator in Eric's car failed, and we were stranded in the Californian desert mountains, at 3 am on Sunday morning, near Weed CA. Weed California is a lovely town of less than 20,000 inhabitants, and we lost power about 16 miles away, in some shady rest stop for truckers on their way to Las Vegas.

As the night got colder (in California, go figure I would freeze in Cali) we bunkered down to wait for dawn, light, and hopefully an answer to our problems. As the sun came over the mountain peaks, light flooded the valley, and revealed to us the great expanses of... emptiness.

My heart sunk. We had another 8 hours of driving ahead of us, and a deadline to meet. (Eric had to check into his apartment complex before the office closed to get his keys.) After hours of disappointing attempts to enlist some help, two Christian missionaries confronted Eric about our problems. They saw the mass of tools strewn about the parking lot (Eric had all his tools - he was moving after all) and wanted to aid us in our time of need.

I am usually not one for missionaries from any faith, as I find most of them overbearing and unable to tolerate diversity amongst God's children - but these two were different. They lead a life based on love, on learning and opening their hearts. They took Eric on a 100 mile roundtrip journey looking for a replacement battery, and then a replacement alternator. Taking time out of their lives to help strangers, they reminded me that there is still good in this world. Still people willing to help each other, learn from each other... They only asked us to help others while in need, and spend some time in thoughtful prayer (in the faith we found most comforting).

Those two missionaries are solid examples of the character I hope to possess. To be able to look through my creature comforts, time schedules and deadlines, and come to someone else's aid in their time of need. To be selfless, and realize that life is more than material wealth, a successful carreer, an obession with consumption. I aspire to such a humble nature, and try to remember their selfless acts as one of my life’s greatest lessons.

They may only remember us as two crazy kids on the road to L.A. But to us, they are and will always be angels, the greatest examples of when religion gets it right.

Eric and I made it to Irvine (in South California) 9 hours later than scheduled at around 11:52 pm. We unpacked that night, took showers and collapased exhusted - happy to at least be in a warm bed instead of the roadside. It wasn't the most fun of experiances I've had, but as I told him then, "Someday, this will be funny. It'll make a good story and thus be worth our pains, trails and tribulations."

So now it begins




As my graduation date creeps closer by the day, many people have inquired about my future endeavors - a question that I cannot so easily answer.

The book of life has written many challenging chapters for me, and the plot seems to thicken page by page. My lifestyle has flung me to the far reaches of the globe, which only compounds the complexity of my experiences. God willing, that aspect of my life will never change. This poses a significant problem though, as keeping in touch with those who support me in spirit becomes a tough challenge.

My blog is a serious effort to combat such impediments in communication. I seek to provide an easy window into my humble experiences, in hopes that we can bridge the gaps of time and space. To those of you who have touched my life, shaped it and exposed me to alternative schools of thought, I thank you. My hope is that we continue such open dialogues and learn from each others experiences and points of view.

As I begin my journey as a full-fledged "adult", I can only hope these pages grow full of amazing adventures, impossible dreams and fantastic triumphs. Above all, I hope to continue growing as a person, and that in 30 years, you would still be part of my life.

To my peers, the class of 2005, I leave you words from a wise woman.

"The future belongs to those
who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
Eleanor Roosevelt