In the last two weeks i've been out of the house A LOT! And in most ways it's been fantastic; seeing a million stores I'd have never otherwise noticed, trying new foods and beers (Grimbergen is my current favorite), and Megan and I have had lots of time to chat and laugh. But lets not forget that I like to be at home with the doors closed and the curtains drawn, the radio on and a cup of tea and me curled up like a cat on the sofa with my cat...that's my idea of really close to perfect.
So as bitter as it was taking Meg to the station yesterday, in some ways It's also sweet because I can get back into my rhythm for a couple days before I descend back into the central valley of Cali. to indulge in egg nog and pie. These little experiences teach me so much about myself. I have really discovered how possessive I am of certain little things that are precious to me such as my favorite cup, my kitchen, the way I fold clothes.
These precious little things and moments I believe, just maybe, are a bit more precious to me than they might be to the ordinary person. Cups, books, sweatered owls, m&m's, quiet time, certain TV programs and films, radio stations and records...these things are all so special to me. I'm selfish about my precious "things", and though it might be a personality flaw, I appreciate how much these things mean to me. I appreciate my nostalgia and adoration.
I just boiled water and went to get my favorite tea out of the cupboard only to realize that a certain best friend of mine has managed to drink it all! pfft...!