Voila, la deuxième tentative.

I find myself typing this entry, just before I eat my dinner of scottish salmon and vegetable cakes with cut up beets flavoured with Sarawak black pepper, Malden sea salt, balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil….accompanied by a glass of gorgeous tempranillo wine, the color of the beets on my plate, as a means of preserving this moment for the future. A snapshot which I’d like to be able to look back on sometime in the future.

This is being written among a hard period of my life. I thought it couldn’t get any harder, growing up, living, ah was I wrong. but I remain hopeful. because of moments like these. when there is much to be thankful for, and when I’m able to be thankful for all of these things, that could just be so easily unnoticed, bypassed, or their ability to create peace, warmth and joy tempered. I’m grateful for the gorgeous (albeit blustery outside!) sky that I can see from our living room windows, our* loft apartment, the alcove underneath which I’m sitting on the more than comfortable sofa. For Ella Fitzgerald playing right now. For being able to go through banking details later, and to make a small donation to Grinnell, for the plants around me, the meal that I’m about to eat, and that moment earlier, of just simple ‘hey it’s not that bad-ness’. a realization that I’m thankful for.

ok that’s all for now. should eat before the food gets cold.

as always, love and hope to all.

*I use the word ‘our’ because it is by the grace of having a housemate that I can afford the luxury of having a living room all to myself this evening. A single bedroom apartment would be beyond my means as it is, and the place that we have right now is more than enough, no, really, more space than what 2 people really need to live in.