6.8.13

Wanderlust-ed.

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Today, I have a terrible case of wanderlust.  Paris-lust, to be exact. 

Let's all take a little daydream to the sun-soaked streets of Paris.  We'll pass by a boulangerie and be pulled in by the delicious warm, doughy smell wafting out the door.

We'll park ourselves for a leisurely bowl of cafe au lait and a pain au chocolat, stuffing a few extra treats in our pockets before leaving a little tip for the handsome garcon.

Petit déjeuner | Blueberry Submarine
 










We'll window shop in the Marais and find the perfect pair of summer sandals (on sale!)

my Lubitel 166B on the Behance Network
We'll sip une limonade in the Luxembourg gardens.  We'll stroll across the lovers bridge, la Passerelle des Arts and finally land at a sidewalk cafe where we'll laze away the evening, sipping wine and sopping up every last bit of our buttery dishes.  Oh, and stealing kisses across the table, of course.

❤~❤~ Vintage Couple Lo♥e ~❤~❤, Sidewalk Cafe, Boulevard Diderot, Paris, 1969 -...

What a lovely day, don't you think? 

5.8.13

Wash-ed Away.

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 Sometimes, it just falls apart.

Just when you think you have it all together.  Just when everything seems to be back in balance.  Just when the last piece of the puzzle fits.

Shit. just. falls. apart.

But, that's life.  Newly sculpted sandcastles are washed away by crashing waves.  Perfectly constructed block piles tumble to the ground with a slight breeze.  Delicious scoops of ice cream melt immediately in the summer sun.

Life injects these biting moments of vulnerability to show us that we can always build something better, something stronger, something more beautiful.

We all fall apart so we can put ourselves back together a different way.  So, here's to rebuilding...

26.7.13

Spac-ed Out.

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Living in New York made me re-examine my ideas about the amount of space a person needs to live comfortably.  As a New Yorker, apartments are often likened to shoe boxes and "holes in the wall." 

On my starter salary, I was very lucky to find a two bedroom apartment on the very west side of Midtown West that I shared with a good friend.  Our kitchen fit neatly into a 4-foot hallway, our front door opened directly into our oven, and the toilet was uncomfortably close to the refrigerator.  We lived below a herd of dancing elephants, and had a mouse visit once or twice.  And we handled it all like pros.

A few years ago, I left the city and moved across the river to Jersey.  I love my new apartment, mainly because I get to share it with the Boyfriend and it is always filled with love.

But lately,  I find myself yearning for a little less hustle and bustle and a little more peace and quiet--hence the drive out to the 'burbs last weekend.

Growing up in the roomy suburbs, I had never really thought about the amount of space that was readily available to me.  I never doubted that I was lucky, but somehow, until moving into that first NY apartment, did I realize that, at least to me, space is important.  I'm not talking about a roomy living room or a spacious kitchen (though I'd like both of those), but more so about outdoor space--the ability to step outside and take a deep breath, go for a walk without worrying about stop lights and crosswalks and pedestrian traffic.

Maybe, just like a dog needs space to run off the leash, my mind needs some room to wander.  And so until I can find some space of my own, I'll settle for a drive out west and a day hike in the woods.

I'd love to hear your perspective.  Do you ever yearn for more space?   Or do you prefer the city life?

25.7.13

Forward-ed.

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What are you looking forward to?

This NYTimes article reported that the anticipation leading up to a vacation can boost happiness levels more than the actual vacation itself.

We psych ourselves up imagining our toes digging in the sand, the cool taste of a cocktail in the afternoon sun, the lazy nap under thin sheets after a post-beach shower.  It is the anticipation, the vision of leaving our desk jobs behind, that makes taking a vacation that much sweeter.

I'm a firm believer that there should always be something to look forward to--even if it is something as small as splitting a beer at the end of your Wednesday.  The anticipation gives me a happiness boost and makes the event even more enjoyable when I experience it.

There are drawbacks of looking too far forward, I know.  The boyfriend will tell you I think more about being 40 than I do about being 27.

It's a delicate balance, keeping your eyes open to the joys of the present while still being able to focus on the next fun event on the horizon.

For now, I'm looking forward to a quick weekend trip to Cape Cod for (you guessed it!) more lobster.

Is anticipation the happiness drug for the human mind? What's your vorfreude?

24.7.13

Summer, List-ed.

I think you should know by now that I'm a list maker.  See here, here, and here.  I'd like to share my summer wishlist with you.  What am I missing?

1.  Eat my body weight in lobster: check!

Sammy, the lobster
2.  Take a vacation far, far away: check!

Les Calanques, France
3.  Take a hike above the clouds: check!

Le Pic de Marcelly, France
4.  Learn to swim properly: working on it.
5.  Ride a ridiculous roller coaster.
6.  Make blueberry cobbler.
7.  Read, read, read.  This book is currently making me laugh out loud!
8.  Drink rose at any chance I get.
9.  Go on a long bike ride.
10. Get back to blogging!
11. Eat more lobster... (I have no shame.)

23.7.13

I've Return-ed.

Hi Folks,
It's been a while.  A lot has happened since we last spoke: Google Reader retired (use feedly!), a future King of England was born, and the record for number of hot dogs consumed in 10 minutes was broken (69! gross!).

Oh, and this happened:


I fell a little more in love with the French countryside (I didn't think it was possible, either).  Here I am climbing Le Pic de Marcelly in the French Alps. At the top, we took in the view through the fog and feasted on a picnic of chocolate brioche, saucisson sec and of course, cheese.

I've been saying this for years--but I think this time I'm really ready--let's move to France.

11.3.13

Seem-ed.

This past week I've learned the very hard lesson that I imagine most grown-ups learn at some point or another:

Life isn't always what it seems.

Thrown a fairly hard curve ball, I've realized that I'm stronger (and at times weaker) than I thought.  I hope that whatever you're going through today, that you find strength in whatever form you need it.  That you find love in even the darkest corners of the moment.  That you never doubt who you are, who you were, or who you will be.

Because though life isn't always what it seems, the truth is that you will be okay.