For many years growing up, my family often found themselves at the North East coast over the Easter weekend; family upon family, traditions in the loosest sense. This hasn't happened for some time, and yet I've been surprised, I suppose, at how much I'm expecting to breathe in sea air, how much it feels like I should be somewhere else just now. And while I crave the discomfort of sand in my shoes, I think stewing a little in rose-tinted nostalgia is something only the lucky get to do—for many people, it manifests itself as regret and all they wish had happened. It's shockingly simple: we need to live forwards.
THINGS THAT HAPPENED ON THE JOURNAL THIS WEEK:
On the journal, a public service announcement alerting everybody to the fact that I have a Pinterest account, and that if you want to get to know me better, that's the place to go. Odd, but true. I also have Tumblr, if that's more your cup of tea—these social media places vary in their usefulness, but contribute enough to inspiration and real-person connection that it's worth the time, I feel.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
- a hat
- the light at 5pm in my new apartment, which I've now been in for just over a month
- consequently wondering whether it takes longer to fall in love with light than it does with a person
- this edge of Spring, and how the magnolia trees are now mostly just green
- all the things I'll never be
- the collage below by Australian artist Maz Dixon
The end.
I'm curious as to what you're all reading, and whether or not you suffer from tsundoku? I say suffer, but really tsundoku is perhaps more of a blessing simply masquerading as a lot of unread books. How can one ever hope to keep up? I'm rereading A Room of One's Own, and there are so many slivers of poetry in there that I feel I may have to lock myself up for several weeks and turn them all into hand lettered quotes.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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