I seem to be in love with everything/everything these days.
The end result is a very calm me. I realized I’ve come to this place where I’m no longer waiting for stuff to happen, or making lists or thinking about what should change.
I’ve spent the past few Sundays with Laura. This past weekend I went to her house and dyed her hair black, then we walked and walked and I got a library card. We sat in the Philadelphia Free Library branch on 18th and Ben Franklin (I think that’s where it is) and read graphic novels (read “Monsieur Dupont,” at least I think that’s the title- it is adorable and quick and the little conversations in the illustrations made me happy. Trying to find the exact title and author on Amazon now however the site is terribly slow).
Hmmm. It’s almost like taking comfort in the fact that I don’t find myself thinking of anything too hard.
Reminds me of a July day in 2006, when Laura and I decided to take off for the Jersey shore. Arrived around 3, got sandy, played in the water, took a ridiculous amount of pictures, went to Wawa and ate hot dogs and milkshakes.
Holy moly am I excited for summer- tans, the beach, dresses, flip flops, dancing, and resisting the urge to cut all of my hair off.
Also, I just cannot get enough of my sister in law’s photography. Her pictures always make me feel as though when she and my brother are outside they breathe in this air that may make them sigh. Some sigh of “everything’s okay.” Even if the air is super cold. I think.