Katie Leggitt

Sometimes I start writing a blog entry and I'm not sure what I want to talk about.  They start and then they stay half-completed. Hopefully this won't be another one of those. What I've noticed over the past three years is that if I don't write when the inkling hits me then I lose the inspiration and the words seem to disappear.  Sometimes the thought or topic will brew for a little while and then I can hash it out, but most of the time it's gone by the end of the day. I guess I'm in a state of constant reflection where I pull some common themes together and weave them into a little journal entry on here.  Themes this week: relationships, drama, music, friendships, beliefs... I've been watching a constant stream of Long Island Medium in the past 7 days or so.  I've breezed through almost 3 seasons and I honestly really enjoy it.  I know a lot of people think she's a hack, but I guess because of the work I do, I really appreciate the gift she

I almost bought a rotting couch.  A vintage, victorianesque typa deal.  Upon first glance, it looked great, it was even a bit comfortable.  At 55 dollars, I tried to come up with a plan to find a home for it while I search for my own.  You may have even seen my post requesting some transport to a location off-island.  At 7 1/2 feet long, this thing could be sold for triple the price, and that'd still be a deal.  But one of the cushions must have gotten wet and many years later, is slowly disintegrating.  Ohhhh what a life metaphor eh?  lol I've been house-hunting for the past couple of weeks.  It's pretty exciting, I'm sold on moving to St-Henri, it feels like a place I could really feel rooted in.  I'm already looking forward to patio days in the summer.  We probably all are, what with this neverending bs winter we're having! No need to reiterate what a brutal winter this has been, but with the prospect of Spring finally arriving, based on the calendar and

So yeah, I went to Hawaii. I haven't been the same since.  Literally.  I wake up to the sound of my phone's alarm and can't understand what this weird gadget is.  I can't tell the time and that I need to get out of bed.  My hand randomly made a gesture as though to feel the ocean water while I was driving home the other day.  I'm having weird dreams.  I'm changed. Oh la la... what a nice place I went to.  And because the visit was so short (due to my one week March break and my desperate need to get out of this city), it makes it feel like even more of a dream than it did while I was there. I realized quite quickly that I am absolutely in love with the unfamiliar.  This is progress, as the unfamiliar has created great anxiety for me in the past.  I'm not someone who has traveled the world, though I should be, probably based on my personality, but going to Oahu made me realize how much more of the world I want to see.  And not necessarily to see great t

I'm sitting on a stoop in Waikiki after just having an incredible night making new friends.  No, they weren't from one of the many resorts that surround me, they were locals.   Well, one was a local, and the other two decided to move to Oahu to get away from it all. I had gone down to the beach after my 24 hours of travel to get here and I'm so grateful I did.  I packed a sixer of aloha beer and shared with the drifters I made friends with tonight. One left Oregon after the recession and said he'd never looked back.  He realized he didn't need possessions to make him feel worthy.  The other left a business and a gated community for the same reasons.  And the third member of the troupe was a real local, someone who'd never left the island but who hopes to after he gets his degree in mechanics. I had taken a seat under what I would later find out is called "the magic tree," a warpy  branch tree growing sideways out of the sand on this usually crowded tou