Tamara de Lempicka
While the majority of my interests may be scattered internationally (my two best girlfriends are in Florence, my best boyfriend is leaving for Aussi-land, and my love interest resides in Paris) I am finding a renewed joy in life. Which is terribly encouraging considering I have been laboring beneath this veil of unhappiness for the better part of a year.
My job is weighing things down a little bit, but I can handle it. It is giving me a new found respect for money. I realized I am far more likely to go all out on those $200 jeans when I only have $250 in my bank account because I am already close to being broke, it isn't that much of a set-back. Now that I am actually saving money and doing so successfully I find it much more difficult to rationalize spending money on clothes or other things that may be a bit too indulgent. Granted I still buy books at work and coffee all the time, but really books are a cornerstone of the joy in my life and caffeine makes me capable of doing fun things like.. writing in a blog.. sure. So they are like tax-write-offs and thus justified.
I've also created a new soundtrack for my life. I'm moving away from all the exceedingly bubble-gum-pop and really finding comfort in music with more alternative leanings. I find that there is a bit more going on in that kind of music (vague statement I know) and it aligns more coherently with what I am dealing with right now. It is a good thing. Between the books I am busily hoarding every day and the music I am creating a nice little existence for myself.
I've been much more enthusiastic about the people around here as well. I have a pretty solid group of people that I can talk to and kind of forget that I am here off in the woods. For example last night I had an amazing with the afore mentioned Aussi-bound-boy at a restaurant called Peter Haven's in Vermont. It was the epitome of relaxation and splendor. The atmosphere is alarmingly chic for this area and it is filled with beautiful artwork. The owners are these two very nice gay men, one of which came over and introduced himself and chatted for a bit. He made little references to the fact the my friend and I look like we're twelve- referring to our San Pelligrino as white wine and asking my friend what he was going to be when he grows up. Entirely engaging and so enthusiastic about our future plans. He gushed about all the artwork which are actually reproductions of famous pieces that an artist friend of theirs did and encouraged me to bring my portfolio in to the bar so he could see it.
I will most certainly be back.
well. yes. mmm. yes. good.
My job is weighing things down a little bit, but I can handle it. It is giving me a new found respect for money. I realized I am far more likely to go all out on those $200 jeans when I only have $250 in my bank account because I am already close to being broke, it isn't that much of a set-back. Now that I am actually saving money and doing so successfully I find it much more difficult to rationalize spending money on clothes or other things that may be a bit too indulgent. Granted I still buy books at work and coffee all the time, but really books are a cornerstone of the joy in my life and caffeine makes me capable of doing fun things like.. writing in a blog.. sure. So they are like tax-write-offs and thus justified.
I've also created a new soundtrack for my life. I'm moving away from all the exceedingly bubble-gum-pop and really finding comfort in music with more alternative leanings. I find that there is a bit more going on in that kind of music (vague statement I know) and it aligns more coherently with what I am dealing with right now. It is a good thing. Between the books I am busily hoarding every day and the music I am creating a nice little existence for myself.
I've been much more enthusiastic about the people around here as well. I have a pretty solid group of people that I can talk to and kind of forget that I am here off in the woods. For example last night I had an amazing with the afore mentioned Aussi-bound-boy at a restaurant called Peter Haven's in Vermont. It was the epitome of relaxation and splendor. The atmosphere is alarmingly chic for this area and it is filled with beautiful artwork. The owners are these two very nice gay men, one of which came over and introduced himself and chatted for a bit. He made little references to the fact the my friend and I look like we're twelve- referring to our San Pelligrino as white wine and asking my friend what he was going to be when he grows up. Entirely engaging and so enthusiastic about our future plans. He gushed about all the artwork which are actually reproductions of famous pieces that an artist friend of theirs did and encouraged me to bring my portfolio in to the bar so he could see it.
I will most certainly be back.
well. yes. mmm. yes. good.