Sometimes.

Sometimes it's blue skies from sunrise to sunset in London. It's rare, but sometimes.

Gold Sperrys? Yes please.

gimme

Life Looks Like This, London Edition.

Another Great One Lost.

"...as much as anything else, it was the stare, not so paradoxically, of a privacy-lover who, once his privacy has been invaded, doesn't quite approve when the invader just gets up and leaves, one-two-three, like that." (Franny & Zooey)

There's something terribly sad about realizing that the last of your favorite authors has died. The man who firmly sat in your top three, the one you knew you could always come back to. To return to Salinger after months, or years, rereading passages of your favorite book always felt as though you were returning to a best friend you hadn't seen in ages. Thank you for being there through the wonderful and terrible times Mr. Salinger.

Paris, in two parts. Pt. II.

Paris, in two parts. Pt. I.

Starting To Feel Like Home.

Everything's been a bit all over the place since i've been back. Sometimes i forget about what it takes to re-settle into a place, the problem is, i'm off to Paris tomorrow, so there hasn't really been any sort of settling at all. It's nice to be back in London. It's starting to feel like home.

Little Brother, Big Sister.

When left to our own devices in an empty house with a brand new chalk board wall there is only one thing a brother sister duo can do. They draw. They draw as old records are played and pictures are snapped so that the moment can last forever. Time frozen so that years from now when this brother sister duo don't live under the same roof for certain periods of time, it can all still be remembered.

How New Year's Eve and Day Looked.

When it comes down to it...

... these are the people that matter the most. Happy new year mom, dad & baby brother.

2009, 2010.

2009 looked like:

Getting psyched up for my last semester of Sarah Lawrence, forgetting to eat one fateful morning before going to the gym and knocking a bunch of teeth out, learning how to deal with needles and novocaine and stitches and mostly learning about patience, meeting long time penpals turned best friends and so much more, graduating college, summertime and a full time job and learning things the hard way, flooded basements and ruined collections of books, a move across an ocean, new friends and adventures, and a lovely christmas back home.

I'm pretty sure 2009 was the worst and best year to date. Ups and downs and ups again. Onward into 2010.

Hopes:

More adventures, new countries, a master's earned, new and old friendships evolving, jobs gotten, a solid life starting.