Saturday was my 21st birthday. I made a good cake.
I read Like Water for Chocolate yesterday. (Yes, all of it.)
I visited the Mile End and spent some hours in a house that was filled with luscious verdant plants and smelled like orange blossoms.
I’ve been having strong feelings of nostalgia, yet what I long for is what is happening now. So I’m enjoying something that was because it’s what is right now. Weird.
This morning I woke up early and saw what I’ve been wanting to see for a month now: all the branches and vines outside my window covered delicately in snow and snowflakes drifting gingerly through the air.
Also, this morning I had a bit of the first batch of kombucha since I put the jug in my room. Good batch.