[darjeeling summer]
"what is darjeeling summer anyway? is it like givenchy summer?"
"i think it'd be more like kenzo summer to be honest."
[zan z bar, one summer afternoon with an alaska iced tea]
Reading a friend's reflection on summer makes me feel nostalgic. I marked down the last day of summer last year in my little notebook, but somehow I don't feel it as clearly this year.
I guess I could say I had an extended summer this year. I did a lot of things, did a lot of nothing as well. Even work was good, I didn't hate it. I reconnected with some people, drifted away from others. Summertime this year was not brilliant and sunshiny, but it was this subtle joy of drinking nights at the pub and quiet afternoon tea time. I spent some afternoons sitting by myself in a bustling coffee shop in the heart of the city, watching all the bright and beautiful young things walk past, scribbling in my notebook and sipping my hot latte and nibbling on my cheesecake, feeling the simple happiness of the moment seep into my skin. In that little stolen moment, I felt like I'd grown up a little, just to be able to feel that sliver of genuine happiness. For me, growing up probably means being able to feel and appreciate simple feelings like happiness and sadness.
This summer I realized how talking and complaining about my issues were obsolete. Making a pact to myself never to mention these things to people again, I think it's been working out fine. I talked a lot this summer and listened to a lot of stories, too. A friend made me think "ah, so it is possible to love with such genuine feelings in your heart?" while another made me think "ah, this is why relationships are just not meant to be." Ultimately, I think I felt really peaceful these past few months. It isn't necessarily a good thing, but it felt nice enough. My New Year's resolution this year was to be glorious. By now, I don't think it's happening anytime soon, but it's okay. I'll settle for growing up a little first.
Summertime, thank you and goodbye.
"i think it'd be more like kenzo summer to be honest."
[zan z bar, one summer afternoon with an alaska iced tea]
Reading a friend's reflection on summer makes me feel nostalgic. I marked down the last day of summer last year in my little notebook, but somehow I don't feel it as clearly this year.
I guess I could say I had an extended summer this year. I did a lot of things, did a lot of nothing as well. Even work was good, I didn't hate it. I reconnected with some people, drifted away from others. Summertime this year was not brilliant and sunshiny, but it was this subtle joy of drinking nights at the pub and quiet afternoon tea time. I spent some afternoons sitting by myself in a bustling coffee shop in the heart of the city, watching all the bright and beautiful young things walk past, scribbling in my notebook and sipping my hot latte and nibbling on my cheesecake, feeling the simple happiness of the moment seep into my skin. In that little stolen moment, I felt like I'd grown up a little, just to be able to feel that sliver of genuine happiness. For me, growing up probably means being able to feel and appreciate simple feelings like happiness and sadness.
This summer I realized how talking and complaining about my issues were obsolete. Making a pact to myself never to mention these things to people again, I think it's been working out fine. I talked a lot this summer and listened to a lot of stories, too. A friend made me think "ah, so it is possible to love with such genuine feelings in your heart?" while another made me think "ah, this is why relationships are just not meant to be." Ultimately, I think I felt really peaceful these past few months. It isn't necessarily a good thing, but it felt nice enough. My New Year's resolution this year was to be glorious. By now, I don't think it's happening anytime soon, but it's okay. I'll settle for growing up a little first.
Summertime, thank you and goodbye.