Saturday, July 31, 2010
Here:
Roma tomatoes are ripening in my mom's garden. I like to sneak out early, beat the humidity, and steal a couple for breakfast. They burst with taste. Their leaves smell wonderful.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Things I enjoy / that make me happy
- the designs a frozen mocha latte makes when the chocolate syrup and ice crystals are being sipped up through a straw
- leaving the house in the morning, passing by bright flower buds and coming back home in the evening to see that they've bloomed
- organizing the refrigerator and cleaning a year's worth of gunk off the exhaust hood over the stove
- puppies, always
- leaving the house in the morning, passing by bright flower buds and coming back home in the evening to see that they've bloomed
- organizing the refrigerator and cleaning a year's worth of gunk off the exhaust hood over the stove
- puppies, always
hello world.
You know what's funny about travel?
It's the realization that comes with you when you step off the place you once thought you knew so like the back of your hands- the realization that, well, you didn't really know it THAT well.
You see, I thought I was over tripping the wobbly brick pathways of Williamsburg, tired of the silence that rolls around the town after 8pm, fed up that the only thing open after 8... was WAWA-- at least for the time being.
Turns out I wasn't.
I had plans to go to New York-- sprawling cement playground with good food, and non-stop entertainment. heard of it? My type of place for sure.
And it is...but just not quite home, yet.
ITS AWESOME, dont get me wrong, i would love to live here after graduation.. but lying in bed looking at the traffic rush through 3rd Av. and hearing the constant sirens and rushing people in suits, I realized that I'd made the right choice living in Williamsburg. Because the city, well, it's always in a rush and in a way it forces you to grow up- im still trying to perfect the starbucks-in-hand-im-cool-independent-and-dontreallyhavetimetowaste look (the slowest way possible, i can be an adult later).
In that little bubble I thought I knew, I had the best laughs with some of the best people (after 8pm of course), seeked "fun" in its simplest forms (hall bathroom dance parties anyone?), and had countless help from random strangers about tasks like writing a check.
And maybe-- williamsburg has made me soft, thawed my city heart out a bit. Because I've got to admit, I've become attached (and from someone with commitment issues, this is BIG): to wm, the people, and eveything around it-- and its nice to have this warm fuzzy spot i can always tell myself to refer back to.
Moral of this rambling is, i guess i don't really know the back of my hand that well.. maybe some kid came by and painted a nice picture for me to see when i did bother to look at it. who knows?
i'll leave you with a few lines from "say hey" by michael franti-- i know it's a love song but i thought it suited (:
"say hey, i be gone today,
but i be back from around the way
seems like everywhere i go,
the more i see, the less i know
but i know one thing, that i love you."
It's the realization that comes with you when you step off the place you once thought you knew so like the back of your hands- the realization that, well, you didn't really know it THAT well.
You see, I thought I was over tripping the wobbly brick pathways of Williamsburg, tired of the silence that rolls around the town after 8pm, fed up that the only thing open after 8... was WAWA-- at least for the time being.
Turns out I wasn't.
I had plans to go to New York-- sprawling cement playground with good food, and non-stop entertainment. heard of it? My type of place for sure.
And it is...but just not quite home, yet.
ITS AWESOME, dont get me wrong, i would love to live here after graduation.. but lying in bed looking at the traffic rush through 3rd Av. and hearing the constant sirens and rushing people in suits, I realized that I'd made the right choice living in Williamsburg. Because the city, well, it's always in a rush and in a way it forces you to grow up- im still trying to perfect the starbucks-in-hand-im-cool-independent-and-dontreallyhavetimetowaste look (the slowest way possible, i can be an adult later).
In that little bubble I thought I knew, I had the best laughs with some of the best people (after 8pm of course), seeked "fun" in its simplest forms (hall bathroom dance parties anyone?), and had countless help from random strangers about tasks like writing a check.
And maybe-- williamsburg has made me soft, thawed my city heart out a bit. Because I've got to admit, I've become attached (and from someone with commitment issues, this is BIG): to wm, the people, and eveything around it-- and its nice to have this warm fuzzy spot i can always tell myself to refer back to.
Moral of this rambling is, i guess i don't really know the back of my hand that well.. maybe some kid came by and painted a nice picture for me to see when i did bother to look at it. who knows?
i'll leave you with a few lines from "say hey" by michael franti-- i know it's a love song but i thought it suited (:
"say hey, i be gone today,
but i be back from around the way
seems like everywhere i go,
the more i see, the less i know
but i know one thing, that i love you."
Smile
As college students constantly harassed and pressured by literally everything around us (Drink that! Finish that! What are you wearing?), it is easy to forget how to do one simple thing: smile. I mean, where is the joy in being late to class only to hear about a paper due the next that you havent even started. You run home in the rain to catch a nap but then your significant other breaks up with you?! What is life DOING to us!?
As an out of state student I experience these feelings almost on a daily basis. I get out of bed wishing I could walk down to my mom's delicious breakfast and just spend the day doing whatever I want; instead, it's meetings.classes.obligations.jobs. I get so lost in the motion of just trying to keep up with everyone that I literally will lock myself in the room and just cry as I emo out about my life. I know this sounds like a hopelessly depressing post, but thankfully I discovered the fail-not cure to such a struggle: smile. laugh.
I know that most times it is the last thing you want to do...I mean, how can you possibly find humor in such a miserable state? But it doesn't have to be like that. If I know that I am in one of those moods where simply being alone in a room can bring out the tears as I reflect on the day, I find a friend or group of friends nearby, and even if I dont feel like being social, force myself to talk to them. As I hear their exciting (or even mundane) stories, it makes me forget about how miserable I feel. Then, the moment will come without me even realizing it when a laugh will escape my lips, or a smile lights across my face, and literally, in an instant, all my pain and struggling is forgotten. I dont know the biological explanation for it (although it is proven that laughing is healthy), but just finding something to smile/laugh about, no matter how small or insignificant the laugh is about, will wipe away an entire miserable day/week/month. Thus my advice to each and every one of you readers is this: next time you feel like you lost, that you can't go on without crying, find that one minute, seemingly insignificant instant in that day that was funny, and let loose. Laugh. Talk to a friend, be goofy, and shake off the bad energy. A negative mood is all a frame of mind; all we have to do is find that one thing that will let us shift our focus to the many small, wonderful, funny, delightful, beautiful, sexy, warm aspects of our lives. Don't cry tears of sadness but tears of joy.
As an out of state student I experience these feelings almost on a daily basis. I get out of bed wishing I could walk down to my mom's delicious breakfast and just spend the day doing whatever I want; instead, it's meetings.classes.obligations.jobs. I get so lost in the motion of just trying to keep up with everyone that I literally will lock myself in the room and just cry as I emo out about my life. I know this sounds like a hopelessly depressing post, but thankfully I discovered the fail-not cure to such a struggle: smile. laugh.
I know that most times it is the last thing you want to do...I mean, how can you possibly find humor in such a miserable state? But it doesn't have to be like that. If I know that I am in one of those moods where simply being alone in a room can bring out the tears as I reflect on the day, I find a friend or group of friends nearby, and even if I dont feel like being social, force myself to talk to them. As I hear their exciting (or even mundane) stories, it makes me forget about how miserable I feel. Then, the moment will come without me even realizing it when a laugh will escape my lips, or a smile lights across my face, and literally, in an instant, all my pain and struggling is forgotten. I dont know the biological explanation for it (although it is proven that laughing is healthy), but just finding something to smile/laugh about, no matter how small or insignificant the laugh is about, will wipe away an entire miserable day/week/month. Thus my advice to each and every one of you readers is this: next time you feel like you lost, that you can't go on without crying, find that one minute, seemingly insignificant instant in that day that was funny, and let loose. Laugh. Talk to a friend, be goofy, and shake off the bad energy. A negative mood is all a frame of mind; all we have to do is find that one thing that will let us shift our focus to the many small, wonderful, funny, delightful, beautiful, sexy, warm aspects of our lives. Don't cry tears of sadness but tears of joy.
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