Today is the first of January, it’s 4pm and I’m still in bed, I have 2 layers of pants on and I’m clutching warm tea like it’s my life force.
I used to measure happiness as something that you had to gain, something that you got to at the end of a line, at the end of a relationship or the end of a career. But happiness is not the end of anything, it's the beginning of everything.
The wedding reception was as glorious as they come. Everyone from the groom’s mother, to the college friends, to the brides sister was lit. Their eyes sparkled in the dark, in remembrance of their momentary wedding sobriety, in the joy of being free and celebrating love.
When I first moved to NYC on the record cold day of the year I was oddly prepared as I had purchased snow boots, a down coat and a leather jacket even before any jobs offers came because something in my gut told me I'd be moving there.
I ate snails, drank Rose' before dinner, dined alone, accepted roses from romantic strangers, attempted at my best (worst) french while continuously exploring and getting lost, or finding(myself) something beautiful. I loved France.
I had another topic for this weeks post all together, it was done and written, completely unrelated. But in light of the worlds occurrences yesterday I have to speak in regards to the events that took place in Virginia.