These past few weeks have been really good. So good that I feel as if I am living in a dream. So good that when I ride my bike home and when I’m sure there are no cars besides me I belt out the lyric from a favorite song.
Three little birds, sat on my window and they told me I don’t need to worry.
I come home and I’m full of energy, I listen to music and clean up a bit then settle down to complete any outstanding assignments. I’m motivated to prepare a healthy meal and sit and feel thankful while I drink a cup of lemon black tea. How am I so lucky? How is life so great? I want to live forever. I have so many plans of good things to do, ways I can help people. I’m really impressed with who I turned out to be. Thank you, a million times thank you.Read More
I’ve been in france almost a year and I find myself reflecting on this time and smiling at how everything worked out perfectly in the end. Exactly how I would have wanted it. Anybody who asks me now how is life in france I’d reply ‘it’s so good. It’s so soo good.’ But it would be a bit dishonest becauseRead More
Wake up in the morning. Check email. Nothing but junk. Have breakfast. Check email. Random messages from mailing list you’ve unsubscribed from multiple times. Read. Work on assignment. Check email. Nothing. Close computer, unlock phone check email nothing.Read More
I totally forgot about man spreading until I moved to Lyon and started taking public transportation daily. It’s a strange experience sitting on the metro next to a guy whose legs are so wide open you’d think there was an invisible force pulling each knee apart.Read More
I’ve only ever dated in America. And in my experience, when a man asks me out on a date - and it is always the man doing the asking, it goes without saying that he plans it (with my input of course) and then when the time comes, he pays for it. This is a given, there’s no discussion or confusion.
So imagine my shock and horror whenRead More