"So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past."
- Nicole Krauss

Dear sir who will have to unclog drains full of hair for me,

I'm still here, living my life the best way I know how, & waiting for you.

Always,
yours

N.Y.C., the place you'll take me someday,

I'm not sure how I feel about the way everyone always romanticizes New York City. Gosh. That was such a hasty generalization. I'm sorry. I'm not sure how I feel about the way my favorite kind of romantic comedy and my favorite kind of wistful writing, professional or not, always romanticizes New York City.

Why do they do that to silly dreamers like me? Paint it as this place where anything can happen in the turn of a corner? As this place where at any given second you could literally bump into your mister right? Where I could bump into You? As the place where the life that's too wonderful for you to possibly imagine, happens to you? Why do they do that?

Isn't that true of any place?

Can't any or all of that happen any where?

Doesn't it?

Every day?

Just something I'm pondering as I watch You've Got Mail pathetically and wonderfully alone tonight. Have you ever thought about that? If you haven't, you are now.

Always,
L.A.

Thankful Thursday

I'm thankful for my morning coffee flavored with carmel

just the way I like it that helps me get out of bed.

I'm thankful for my very blue-collar parttime job

which has allowed me to meet new people and make them laugh just when they need to.

I'm thankful for my best friend,

the girl who is always one quick text or phone call away when I need someone most.

I'm thankful for the girls in my Bible study,

I love how together we can share in how we're all crazy about Jesus

& just crazy in general.

I'm thankful for little everyday miracles,

like getting to wear shorts outside in November,

and having my roommate finally agree to come to SEEK with me in January.

I'm thankful for prayer, the Word, Mass, grace, & genuine friendships made in Christ.

I'm thankful that I finally feel at home here.

I can't help but thank the Lord for all He's blessed me with.

God is so very good.

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"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person."
- Fred Rogers 

My people

....& then one day I just woke up and realized that I didn't care if I wasn't like them anymore. I didn't care if I wasn't in on their latest inside joke or on board the emotional roller coaster they couldn't seem to get off. I finally realized why things were so awkward between us recently.

The little things that meant the world to them meant absolutely nothing to me. I longed for more, knew that in this life I'd been called to live for something bigger. Yeah, it kind of hurt, to know that now that I was aware of my indifference to their shallow pettiness nothing would ever be the same, but at the same time I was relieved.

Because in that moment I knew.

They weren't my people. They never had been. No matter how long and hard I tried, they couldn't fit into that role. They weren't meant to play it.

I'd had my people all along.

Dear you, this is me:

"Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the 'normal people' as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like 'Have a nice day' and 'Weather’s awful today, eh?', you yearn inside to say forbidden things like 'Tell me something that makes you cry' or 'What do you think deja vu is for?'"
-Timothy Leary 

Always,
yours