Its Spring. An unusually warm Spring. Coming with it are the budding of trees and flowers at the pace usually not met till late April. Lately I feel like change has awoken me as much as the warm air has to the soil. My manger at my barista job- who has been there as long as i have, has quit. Brought with that is this realization- one thats tickled ( Read more... )

So I feel the rising tide of life happiness is starting to ebb back down again after my trip in Amsterdam. I am really good at ruts, shallow ones like the last two months of kinda just feeling happy and doing nothing with it, and deep ones like the last 3 years where I have been unhappy but have done nothing to change it. Through the trip I got ( Read more... )

I sit in a cozy position with a cup of tea back in NYC contemplating the last weeks events. I don't think i can write too much right now as I am exhausteD from traveling and being up for more than 24 hours ( Read more... )

There are days that you remember, and there are days you don't. I remember the first time I had to do swimming at school, because it was scary, intimidating, and new. A new experience always has a commanding presence among our memories. Ten years and four months ago I backpacked through Asia and Europe with my brothers one summer. One memorable ( Read more... )

I have been dealing with too much death lately. Two weeks ago my Grandmother died, it was devistating for my family, even if we have become closer because of it. But I just finished the hard part, and was starting to look forward to feeling a little normal/happy again. Phase two of the grieving process, yet today I was put back at square one ( Read more... )

I have been working up at Columbia for the last few days, and today has been especially rainy. Walking around campus listening to Death Cab for Cutie with my backpack has been bringing back forgotten memories of my college life, and thus making me very reflective on the contrast between the person I was in college compared to who I am now. I really ( Read more... )

I sit on a college campus, it's 7pm, the sun is starting to set and I am thinking about dinner. This is a situation I have not been in, in a long time. It evokes comforting/ happy feelings in me. Maybe I'll walk past the cafeteria or maybe I'll continue to sit on the grass listening to Death Cab for Cutie thinking about how much I want to be active ( Read more... )

So the jazz plays once again. For a third night, my last night- I sit in this dimly lit, rustic modern, ultra white luxery beach house in the middle of a wooded area. For the third night in a row I was catered to with wonderfully cooked dishes. First night a Japanese Summer meal cooked by Tae, fish and corn, and finally mushroom ravioli and white ( Read more... )

I am out on the pool chairs reading in the twilight, reading a short story called the swimmer that seems fitting in setting to my weekend. Wrapped up in my book, the growing darkness and the cicada's chirp- the spell is only broken through the cool, musky summer air of the forest. In its places comes whisps of braised garlic. I look up and see the ( Read more... )

With every passing moment my jaw losses tightness I didn't know it had. I sit out on the pool deck with all the lights out breathing in the summer night air, the hum of the cicadas swallow up any sense of silence and I stare up at the night sky in wonderment as a band of the Milky Way comes into increasing clarity and brightness. My jaw tightens, ( Read more... )