I waited in the doctor’s office for nearly three hours to be told in >60 seconds that, no, the bump on my back is not cancer.
Spring was glorious.
My beautiful new canvas and leather backpack came in the mail… hello Europe!
I finished For Whom The Bell Tolls – although let’s be honest, I skimmed the last ten pages or so because I was so. fed. up.
The East Falls bridge gave me some really great advice:
I didn’t go to a couple events I said I would go to.
One of the girls I tutor made me a bracelet out of pink and purple pipe-cleaners.
A goose and I had a surprisingly lengthy staring contest.
I made vegan brownies that were nothing to write home about.
I ate five of those brownies just because they existed.
I filled up my gas tank for the first time this year, rolled down my windows, and let my hair blow alllll over my face in a very unsexy way.
A beer-tasting party at my house was a tremendous success! (#24cheers)
Unthinkable tragedy shook Boston.
I watched a lot of inspiring TED talks.
My sister bought a laser pointer for Mouse (the cat), and we entertained ourselves for a good half-hour.
I fell in love with the scent of fresh Hyacinth.
Something happened at work that made me very sad. I felt it was based on a big misunderstanding, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I ran to New Jersey:
I thought about high-fiving the runners I passed on my way back.
My new Peace Corps placement officer got in touch with me and I answered a lot of questions.
A full-on jazz band played outside of the new PNC bank on South St.
I ate lunch outside wearing a pretty skirt:
I spent an afternoon writing in my journal under a cherry tree by the Schuylkill.
The man checking me out at Whole Foods smiled and made small talk feel big.
My sister and I made a springy salad:
A homeless woman apologized to me, and told me to have a good night sweetheart. I didn’t know what she was apologizing for.
I bought a new frisbee.
I didn’t wait long enough for my fingernails to dry.