Lovely, lovely life
I love my new grown-up living room. It's calming somehow. I can't wait to get home to my quiet apartment in the evening. The sounds of NPR or the local jazz station waft through the air while I fix and enjoy dinner before ending the night curled in my chair with a book and a cup of tea. It's just lovely.
Last night was the quintessence of my return to Birmingham so far: I ran (in the rain!) with the Birmingham track club, came home, showered, cooked a delightfully 'clean' meal of wild rice and sugar snap peas, and then just sat on the couch with a mug of green tea while the rain pattered outside. The night was a vivid example of just how grown-up my life is becoming and how healthy I've become and how comfortable and happy I am with where everything is going. In a recent conversation, someone commented that we are "toddler grownups" at this point in life. Highly comical, but accurate - we are a strange dichotomy of fits of selfish indulgence interspersed with a constantly increasing awareness of the world around us, the responsibilities associated therein, and a desire to become more independent and fulfill those responsibilities.
Last night was the quintessence of my return to Birmingham so far: I ran (in the rain!) with the Birmingham track club, came home, showered, cooked a delightfully 'clean' meal of wild rice and sugar snap peas, and then just sat on the couch with a mug of green tea while the rain pattered outside. The night was a vivid example of just how grown-up my life is becoming and how healthy I've become and how comfortable and happy I am with where everything is going. In a recent conversation, someone commented that we are "toddler grownups" at this point in life. Highly comical, but accurate - we are a strange dichotomy of fits of selfish indulgence interspersed with a constantly increasing awareness of the world around us, the responsibilities associated therein, and a desire to become more independent and fulfill those responsibilities.