Where to start...
Gosh, I have so many things to tell you. November was quite the busy month. I visited my dear, about-to-be-married, friend Christina in Seattle, traveled to Mendocino for a romantic, and best-of-all free (thanks Gentry!) weekend with Florian, then over to Australia to swim with dolphins and watch my mom be tough and producer-y on the set of Starter Wife, and then to Vegas to celebrate said altar-bound friend.
So I'll begin with Seattle. Christina has set up a really lovely life for herself there. I spent the majority of my visit asking her various domestic questions like, "So do you use your pots?" and "How did you get your bathroom so clean?" because I was so amazed by the HOME she had created. I mean, it's a home. Not an apartment, not a house. A HOME. Like the kind my mom makes. A far cry from my frenzied, photos-taped-on-the-wall, sheet-as-a-tablecloth existence.
She also showed me all the treasures amassed during the course of multiple bridal showers and I couldn't help but feel as I did a decade ago, when I sat beside a girlfriend unwrapping her piles upon piles of bat mitzvah presents. "Is it too late to become religious," I wondered at the greedy age of 13. And now I found myself now contemplating marriage with a new seriousness. Commitment-phobic, I am indeed. But a lover of things, I am also.
So anyways, it was a terrific visit. Christina kept apologizing because the weather was a bit dreary and all we did was eat and talk. Which is ridiculous - her apologizing, I mean - because everyone knows eating and talking are the only things I like to do. (It's not called "trippingonmycouch" for nothing.)
In fact, I'd say this pic - snapped in Seattle (that's Christina pouring me a cup of something hot) - captures what my happiness looks like:
Gosh, I have so many things to tell you. November was quite the busy month. I visited my dear, about-to-be-married, friend Christina in Seattle, traveled to Mendocino for a romantic, and best-of-all free (thanks Gentry!) weekend with Florian, then over to Australia to swim with dolphins and watch my mom be tough and producer-y on the set of Starter Wife, and then to Vegas to celebrate said altar-bound friend.
So I'll begin with Seattle. Christina has set up a really lovely life for herself there. I spent the majority of my visit asking her various domestic questions like, "So do you use your pots?" and "How did you get your bathroom so clean?" because I was so amazed by the HOME she had created. I mean, it's a home. Not an apartment, not a house. A HOME. Like the kind my mom makes. A far cry from my frenzied, photos-taped-on-the-wall, sheet-as-a-tablecloth existence.
She also showed me all the treasures amassed during the course of multiple bridal showers and I couldn't help but feel as I did a decade ago, when I sat beside a girlfriend unwrapping her piles upon piles of bat mitzvah presents. "Is it too late to become religious," I wondered at the greedy age of 13. And now I found myself now contemplating marriage with a new seriousness. Commitment-phobic, I am indeed. But a lover of things, I am also.
So anyways, it was a terrific visit. Christina kept apologizing because the weather was a bit dreary and all we did was eat and talk. Which is ridiculous - her apologizing, I mean - because everyone knows eating and talking are the only things I like to do. (It's not called "trippingonmycouch" for nothing.)
In fact, I'd say this pic - snapped in Seattle (that's Christina pouring me a cup of something hot) - captures what my happiness looks like:
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