I hear the music in the background, as if the sound is reaching me underwater. The green on the trees, the plants, and the stems of flowers is as if a painter forgot to mix in the brown or the yellow or the blue or the orange to make it less fluorescent. The white blossoms … More White Wine Sangria on a Friday
Many of you already know the extent to which I love food. I post about it, I talk about it, and I have recommendations for you for every part of the world, even the places I haven’t been to yet.
I had opened the window on Saturday afternoon. I remember looking out, noticing how beautiful the weather was, and seeing people lounging in chairs on their patios, basking in the Autumn sunlight. Last night, however, I could not remember closing the window. I started to completely panic.
Time and time again, I feel that I’m constantly reminding myself that this too shall pass with time. It’s just a matter of patience and gratitude.
It’s funny being back in California, where the sun always shines. The coldest it gets is light jacket in the morning and light jacket in the evening, and even then, I at least have a sky smeared with magenta and lavender to look at.
As I sit on an immobile plane in Japan for our third delayed hour on Christmas Eve, I’ve decided to take this as an opportunity to reflect on the past year and distract myself from eating a packet of red chili/고추장 paste, which as my brother so aptly put it, “is a packet of concentrated … More Reflections in the Third Hour
Six years ago, one my best friends from college and I predicted where each of our friends, including ourselves, would be in the next ten years. We’re five to six years out of our predictions, but thus far, we were really wrong.