Indeed, I have ached for paris a few times (oh french and italian cinema showing "paris je t'aime" - it's simply cruel) but provo is proving itself to be just fine:
-apartment: lovely yellow walls and bunk beds.
-classes: not only interesting BUT they also fulfill ge's.
-new ward: don't know too much, but it looks fairly promising.
-my bike: fixed up by brother and an efficient (though chilling for the hands) means of transport.
-jobs: floating dauntingly above my head.
-scholarship: there's hope.
-washington seminar: fall fall fall* in d.c.
-number of people i recognized today: plenty, said hello to a few fellow parisians and basked basked basked* in commiseration and yearning for lovely france.
Plus I'm reading a great book {interpreter of maladies by jhumpa lahiri, thanks lovely rachel} and I'm going grocery shopping this evening which frankly ought to help me get out of my three day rut of cereal - tangerines - trail mix. woops. And I can do no wrong when listening to Regina.
I'm enjoying another nuance of newness. If 2009 was anything, it was lots of new things. I liked it, and am planning on upholding the tradition in 2010 . . . resolutions to follow.
{this is where i was about a year ago. weird.}
*this whole "repeat the same word three times for no real purpose other than shameless and needless emphasis" was mostly unintentional.
1 comment:
1. are the walls intentionally yellow? ;)
2. I love the "Hey Boys" window sign. So Helaman Halls, I miss those days!
xoxo h
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