I’m fighting off some bit of sickness these days.
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I’m fighting off some bit of sickness these days.
A surprising discovery:
I have a better day when I know the kitchen is clean.
Which means I’m totally becoming a grown-up.
Which I totally don’t mind-
if it means I’ll keep the kitchen cleaner.
What other things do you think mark a person as “growing up?”
Today I am thankful that sometimes what we are given is more wonderful than what we would want for ourselves. I’m thankful for surprise snowy nightime walks to buy sweet potatoes and that wet leaves on the ground look so pretty. I am thankful for Guitar Hero and how the sun comes out from behind [...]
I enjoyed today. I enjoyed waking up early to skip class, make muffins, do yoga, and kiss Adam. Kissing Adam was the best part. I enjoyed the mist and rain and watching people walk by the big windows at work in giant umbrellas. I like working at a coffee shop on cold drizzly days when [...]
Today was thick with foggy air, clouds, and milky earl grey tea- the best of autumn weather.
Today, I got to spend a few rare hours with a very good friend. We wanted a good ole American breakfast in a cafe somewhere, somewhere cheap and vegetarian friendly.
We got sushi with miso soup and vegetable tempura and cup after cup of the best green tea I’ve had.
And of course she made me [...]
thanksgiving #1
Thanks for the dark when I wake up early for work. Thanks for earl grey with cream and honey. Thanks for girls to drink tea with and art to talk about. Thanks for people who wake up early on a Saturday just to walk to a coffee shop and read the [...]
Thanks, Zee!
1. I like Adam to rub my head when I’m nervous or scared during a movie. It makes me feel safe.
2. I love vegetables. Few things are more delicious to me than a big pan of them roasted in the oven.
3. I love the scent of walnuts in their green shell. When [...]
I’ve been tagged by Zee to tell you seven strange things about myself. I will do that some day soon. But today, I just want to say that after searching myself for the girl that carried her stacks of books into the yellow house late one March, I find myself holding a wealth of memories [...]