Every Friday I will wake up at 5am, put myself at my desk, and write about the first five things that pop into my head. An effort to make sure I post something at least once a week. If you want to write you should write.
|Where are you, new apartment?|
1. I'm kicking off an apartment search. North End only, of course. My apartment is too cold - yes even for me - and my neighbors are starting to irk me fairly regularly. It's been three and a half years. It had a good run. Onto the next one.
2. Hey. Take a banana. Chop half of it into chunks throw it into a sauce pan with some melted butter. Let it caramelize, few mins. Add a dollop of peanut butter, 1/3 cup rolled oats, 2/3 cup almond milk. Lower the heat. When it's done, top with a bit more peanut butter and the rest of the banana sliced up thin. Eat.
3. I finally watched Black Mass earlier this week, so this video really cracked me up just now. Incredibly accurate, but I'll still see any Boston movie that comes my way multiple times. There's nothing like seeing the restaurant you have lunch in most weekends in the background of a car chase.
4. Fun fact: I've never really liked going to museums. I know. Sorry. I've even worked for two of them, and I felt like a fraud the entire time. But last month I impulse purchased a yearlong membership to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. I sort of figured I'd go once and that would be it, but I literally cannot get enough. For me, the magic of the Gardner Museum is not the collection, it's the museum's story and the way each visit makes me feel. It's a complete escape from reality - doesn't hurt that there's a palace in the middle of the building, I suppose... Sometimes I'll go and not even really look at the art. I'll just sit in the courtyard and breathe, get a glass of wine and something to eat, and leave. I feel so comfortable and relaxed and happy there. I think it's important to have a space outside your home where you can escape/think/not think/breathe/reset. I'm so happy the Gardner will be that space for me this year.
5. My first month of no dating is drawing to a close. I'm noticing a few things - I have more money in my bank account, I haven't gone over on my cell phone data plan, and I've forgotten that other people still date. It seems like an odd concept to me. Self-centered much, Ann? A friend mentioned to me that she was going on a third date with someone but he seemed disappointing and not that interested in her. It baffled me. People still do this? Shudder. Why? Initially, I subconsciously flipped my hair and felt like an emotional badass. I have my shit together now. I know when something isn't working for me and I simply don't do it anymore. Then I got nervous. What if I never date again? What if it becomes such a foreign concept to me that I just decide to be alone? Is that badass or just bad?