Meanwhile in Kiev
so it turns out that there is something to this whole PMA (positive mental attitude) thing. I like it. Also, let me add that Paris is beginning to feel like home. Weird cause I was in a mega hate rampage here for the past few months. I think being broke had a lot to do with it, let me add hungry to that as well. Life is pretty interesting and watching my reactions to things makes all the difference. NO lie. I don’t mean to get all Buddha on everyone but seriously, it’s real, true story. It’s helping me a lot in my relationship to life, others and myself. I’m no saint now, let’s be clear about that but I am changing, growing and the quality of my relationships is really taking on whole new dynamics and quality. I longed for this for so long. I’m smart enough to know that it will get hard again I’m sure but the way I respond to it will hopefully forever be changed.
i don’t care if it is bad for me ok dude. i love these little breakfast sandwichs. <3
yes, yes, yes infinity. this album is amazeballs!
I turned off my computer, placed the bookmark neatly into the crevice of my book, and turned off my lights. As I rolled my body to face the wall, my pillow tucked into the embrace of my arms with a good hug, I caught a glimpse of the moonlight shining brilliantly through my large Parisian style window and thought to myself, I love this. What a scene. So lovely.
I then my eyes traced a beam of moon light in the room coming from the window. I got up and walked over, in search of the moon. I thought it was directly above my building so I looked up and it wasn’t the moon that I saw but tons of tiny specks of stars! Stars! I honestly haven’t seen stars since I got here to Paris. Then, tucked slightly behind the front building was the full moon, beaming like a flashlight in the sky. It’s these moments that make me grateful to live alone in a vintage style apartment in Paris. All is calm, even my never-ending machine of a head. It’s peace and there isn’t one single thing I would change about this moment.