today has been an adventure
I slept thru my alarm. No, that's a lie...I forgot to set my alarm and slept until about 5 minutes before my bus came, so I made tea and stayed in bed writing for a while. In my head, my conscience battled over whether or not that was ok, and I decided it was. It's not like I do it all the time. And it was SO nice...very much what I needed.
Before leaving, I went to pick up a package from my dad...it was my birthday present: a bunch of little paintings of Paris. Reading the enclosed letter, I cried. I have only recently begun to respect my parents as their own people...not just my own parents. I've always thought they were great parents, and I think they did a good job of raising me, but I never really think of them as people outside of that realm...never really take the time to appreciate the things they do of their own accord. It feels like this strange reversal of roles, because I'm so proud of them, and impressed with the way they have turned out. I wish I could hug them both right now. It's hard to "become and adult" without my parents there to support me.
I took a deep breathe, removed the mascara that had smeared with the tears, and walked to the bus to meet April, who missed her bus as well, which was sad, but I used the time to sit at Full City drinking coffee and writing two poems that have been stewing in my brain. I really like the walk between Full City and campus because it's long enough to get away from the bustle of campus, but short enough to make when I have breaks from class...and long enough that I have some time to think. On the way to class, I saw Dr. Moore sitting at Caspian, being his wonderful self, stopped and bought pan dulce from Mecha and talked to Jen and Mara and Diego, stopped to chat with Maya and give her a big hug, and saw Bana. It was SO GOOD. I just had to smile and be thankful for all the awesome people that I know, and for the fact that I am in an environment where I can just run into those people on the street.
After class, I went to the library and accomplished the important homework for the day (so satisfying to be done by like 5:30!!). Then I came home and made some food. I love making up a recipe off the top of my head...just throwing ingredients together based on what I have in the kitchen, and having it turn out yummy and exactly what I needed. Especially when I look at it all and doubt myself, but do it anyway just cuz the separate ingredients sound so good together. And it's even better when there are leftovers! :-D
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
7:00 pm and I have time to sit on my bed, watch Eddie Izzard, and make a card for my grandma. Today is a good day.
Before leaving, I went to pick up a package from my dad...it was my birthday present: a bunch of little paintings of Paris. Reading the enclosed letter, I cried. I have only recently begun to respect my parents as their own people...not just my own parents. I've always thought they were great parents, and I think they did a good job of raising me, but I never really think of them as people outside of that realm...never really take the time to appreciate the things they do of their own accord. It feels like this strange reversal of roles, because I'm so proud of them, and impressed with the way they have turned out. I wish I could hug them both right now. It's hard to "become and adult" without my parents there to support me.
I took a deep breathe, removed the mascara that had smeared with the tears, and walked to the bus to meet April, who missed her bus as well, which was sad, but I used the time to sit at Full City drinking coffee and writing two poems that have been stewing in my brain. I really like the walk between Full City and campus because it's long enough to get away from the bustle of campus, but short enough to make when I have breaks from class...and long enough that I have some time to think. On the way to class, I saw Dr. Moore sitting at Caspian, being his wonderful self, stopped and bought pan dulce from Mecha and talked to Jen and Mara and Diego, stopped to chat with Maya and give her a big hug, and saw Bana. It was SO GOOD. I just had to smile and be thankful for all the awesome people that I know, and for the fact that I am in an environment where I can just run into those people on the street.
After class, I went to the library and accomplished the important homework for the day (so satisfying to be done by like 5:30!!). Then I came home and made some food. I love making up a recipe off the top of my head...just throwing ingredients together based on what I have in the kitchen, and having it turn out yummy and exactly what I needed. Especially when I look at it all and doubt myself, but do it anyway just cuz the separate ingredients sound so good together. And it's even better when there are leftovers! :-D
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
7:00 pm and I have time to sit on my bed, watch Eddie Izzard, and make a card for my grandma. Today is a good day.