+ Blogging and writing on the regular. Inspiration never felt so good.
+ Color. I can’t get enough of it. Floaty tops, pretty sun dresses, or bandage numbers for a night out have become susceptible to this newly adopted motto of the brighter the better. The unanimous “You look so great!” and “You’re glowing!” is all due this new philosophy in dress. It makes me feel exponentially happier, too.
+ Traveling. I’m a restless soul; I tire of (material) things easily. Always I’m hit with a bout of wanderlust – there’s this inherent need to go places, see things, explore. Sometimes reading satiates the desire, but I’m usually left itching from wherever it is I’m sitting (currently at my desk). As of late though, I’m happy. Last weekend was spent in D.C. – another city I’ve fallen in love with – with the best girlfriends, and tonight/tomorrow morning (2 a.m.) will start the drive up to Montreal…
+ My iPhone. Better late than never, so they say. Obsessed.
+ Best friends. I have three sisters, all from different mothers. But what’s blood but a bit of water and DNA?
“You three know her better than anyone. You’re the loves of her life, and a guy’s just lucky to come in fourth.”
– Mr. Big, SATC
+ Coffee… I’m back with my caffeine addiction, better than before. Green tea had tided me over for sometime, but a weekend of Starbucks runs every few hours throughout the day reinstated my love for both the chain and my venti black coffees, always easy on the ice. At the D.C. Union Station I discovered this beautiful, beautiful thing: Starbuck’s Perfect Oatmeal. Which is perfect indeed, at 8 in the morning, waiting to board the train, and delicious paired with a strawberry smoothie. I love Starbucks! If I could wear a Starbucks teeshirt around, I would.
I do have one. Don’t judge me.
+ …and books. There’s a Starbucks conveniently next to my Barnes and Noble. A match made for heaven, in my opinion, for both a lone adventure from bookshelf to bookshelf, or a date with girlfriends and cute boys. Coffee and books. Two things that make me inexplicably happy.
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