Things that make you happy…
After a 7 month hiatus, I’m back!
And I’m going to start off my return by listing things that make me happy.
- Finding Forever Homes for cats and kittens.
- When Dragon tells me he loves me unprompted.
- Catching rare Pokémon.
- Ordering things off Amazon Prime.
- Falling asleep to the sound of rain.
What makes you happy?
Love story
18th Century poesy ring.
Inscription reads: Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.
My God who is the lucky recipient of this ring and what is their story?!
Photo via.
Woman vs Man
This is the most accurate portrayal of woman vs man I’ve read in a long time.
So it’s not just me. Phew 🙂
The power of love
This little dude is the love of my life…feisty and full of energy when we’re playing, but always there to make me feel better when I’m down.
Technically, I saved his life. But in reality, he is saving mine, every…single…day.
Never underestimate the power of loving something, or someone so much, it aches.
I met him at the Manhattan branch of New York Animal Care and Control. The place is sad and depressing, and I broke down several times in anguish at the nonchalance of some of the employees and in sadness for the many animals that weren’t going to make it, but if you’re patient and determined, you just might find yourself a best friend, a confidante, a family member.
nycacc.org
“What if I hadn’t met you.”
Looking into the future
I’m back! I’ve been home for a month, busy being pampered by Mommy and enjoying the warmth, but I’m back in New York City, and surprisingly, it’s mid-February already and I haven’t complained about the cold once. (And anyone who knows me knows I can’t stand the cold, usually the first one on the Complain Train.) Recharging my batteries must have done me good.
Leaving home, I fought back tears (failed) when I said good-bye to Daddy at my hometown train station, I fought back anxiety (failed again) as Mommy and I rode the train to the international airport, and doubly failed when I openly sobbed at the customs desk, where the customs official peered at my passport, peered at my mascara streaked face and red, puffy nose, peered back at my passport, then waved me through, probably thinking there was a close enough resemblance.
I won’t be home for at least another year and a half, and though it wasn’t spoken in exactly these terms, we all knew things will never be the same again.
I had found someone, someone I can rely on, someone I can trust, someone I can’t see myself ever being without, and for the first time, they’re realizing that. My parents, who in their heart, secretly hoped I would always be their little girl.
I’ve been back in New York for a little while now, getting back to my usual routine (yes, where I actually have to earn a living), and the immediate homesickness doesn’t sting as much anymore. (Thank God for Skype!)
The future holds good things though, I feel, and I’m looking forward to it. Our weekend ski trip to Killington is coming up, where I’m counting on BF, who is an excellent skier to keep me alive. And then Belgium, and France. Belgium and France!!!
Yep, the future holds good things 🙂
Anything in Paris would be nice…
I loved buying books…the glossy covers, the crisp, new pages, the fact that I will be the first to peruse it…that always gave me a weird high when I read. I especially loved ordering from Amazon and pull out book after new book from the boxes that would arrive at my door. But I was running out of space on my tiny bookshelf (ok, not so tiny anymore as BF bought me 2 HUGE floor to ceiling bookshelves) in my tiny NY apartment, and oftentimes, I find myself reading a few pages of a new book (yes, I judged books by the cover, as I judge most things), realizing it’s crap, and never end up finishing it. Therefore, I have plenty of books sitting there that has become an eye-sore.
Then I discovered the New York City Public Library! (What? We can reserve books online and just go pick it up at the nearest branch when ready?) My strategy is to find books at bookstores that catch my eye…borrow them from the library, and if it really is a book I love, I’ll then buy it, add to my collection, and force feed it to all my friends.
Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, With Recipes by Elizabeth Bard is one of these books.
A memoir, reads like a blog, and is full of seemingly easy recipes of dishes that take center stage in many of her stories. Nevermind that it takes place in Paris (my favorite city to date) and goes in extreme detail of the sights (gardens in back streets of Paris), sounds (bustling market place) and even smells (fishy?) she encounters. Plus…it’s a love story. Sigh…
Love, food, Paris…everything a girl could want.
Check out Elizabeth Bard’s blog too!
Roses and Waterfalls 