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.

e.e. cummings, pt. II.

How A Sunday Looks.

How Christmas Looks.

How Christmas Eve Looks.