Have a nice trip, see you next....
Here I am, back at home. It sure is nice.
I realized something today--I think summer is my least favorite season! Strange, right? I spend most of winter and spring looking forward to it. I always love doing summery things, things involving picnics and beaches and live music and park benches by rivers. But I figured out today that it's my least favorite season because it's so much less romantic, somehow. I don't mean in a relationshippy kind of way. It's just less magical.
You know those first few days of fall, when it gets a little nippier, and the air is really crisp and fresh? And the first time every year that you smell a wood fire burning, and then the leaves start changing and you bring your scarves and hot beverages out and you take walks with your hands in your pockets to keep them warm. That's what I love about fall, and that's where I am right now. Summer is great, but it just doesn't do it for me. I feel like winter and spring have their equivalents of the things I just described, but summer is somehow less romantic. Hmm.
Anyway--I LOVE Brookline in the fall! And the rest of the Boston area, too. I'm so glad to be home. I'm eating fall food. Pad thai and enchiladas. Or maybe that's just home food. Home food means fresh vegetables and tea and chocolate. Delicious. I'm enjoying all the alone time I have, but also anticipating Rachel's visit on Monday (yaaah!), my trip to NYC to see Anna on Wednesday (weee!) and still enjoying the fun I had with Hannah flying over yesterday.
I got new converse shoes today. *sigh.* I guess it was time. My mom wants me to throw the old ones out but I think that's ridiculous. I love them! They saw me through three and a half really great years. Really really good things happened to me in those years. Some of it sucked, actually, like this one really bad period in junior year of high school, but the shoes saw me through that and I appreciate them all the more for it. I wore those shoes when I went on the Spanish exchange sophomore year. I formed a quartet called "the Converse Quartet" based on the fact that we all had different colored converse sneakers. I took a hundred walks in them. I played great music in them and read many books in them. I wore them in five different countries, and lots of cities. They got soaked by rain and colored with sharpies. They were pretty well ventilated, too, especially in the last year or so of their wear....not to mention, they provided a display mechanism for whatever socks I was wearing that day. Oh, converse shoes. I will miss you. Your shiny new replacements just aren't the same.
I realized something today--I think summer is my least favorite season! Strange, right? I spend most of winter and spring looking forward to it. I always love doing summery things, things involving picnics and beaches and live music and park benches by rivers. But I figured out today that it's my least favorite season because it's so much less romantic, somehow. I don't mean in a relationshippy kind of way. It's just less magical.
You know those first few days of fall, when it gets a little nippier, and the air is really crisp and fresh? And the first time every year that you smell a wood fire burning, and then the leaves start changing and you bring your scarves and hot beverages out and you take walks with your hands in your pockets to keep them warm. That's what I love about fall, and that's where I am right now. Summer is great, but it just doesn't do it for me. I feel like winter and spring have their equivalents of the things I just described, but summer is somehow less romantic. Hmm.
Anyway--I LOVE Brookline in the fall! And the rest of the Boston area, too. I'm so glad to be home. I'm eating fall food. Pad thai and enchiladas. Or maybe that's just home food. Home food means fresh vegetables and tea and chocolate. Delicious. I'm enjoying all the alone time I have, but also anticipating Rachel's visit on Monday (yaaah!), my trip to NYC to see Anna on Wednesday (weee!) and still enjoying the fun I had with Hannah flying over yesterday.
I got new converse shoes today. *sigh.* I guess it was time. My mom wants me to throw the old ones out but I think that's ridiculous. I love them! They saw me through three and a half really great years. Really really good things happened to me in those years. Some of it sucked, actually, like this one really bad period in junior year of high school, but the shoes saw me through that and I appreciate them all the more for it. I wore those shoes when I went on the Spanish exchange sophomore year. I formed a quartet called "the Converse Quartet" based on the fact that we all had different colored converse sneakers. I took a hundred walks in them. I played great music in them and read many books in them. I wore them in five different countries, and lots of cities. They got soaked by rain and colored with sharpies. They were pretty well ventilated, too, especially in the last year or so of their wear....not to mention, they provided a display mechanism for whatever socks I was wearing that day. Oh, converse shoes. I will miss you. Your shiny new replacements just aren't the same.