- A family cabin that my Grandpa built near Leavenworth, WA.
- My safe house.
- A place of family and adventure and love.
- A sassy, adorable, grumpy, soft, purring mammal.
- My favorite animal.
- A common pet for librarians.
chocolate, n.
Over the counter medication for heart ache, depression, menstrual cramps, pms, crying, bad days, anxiety, and any other stressors.
city, n. (see contradictory, country)
Where I belong.
coffee, n.
A means for making new friends.
(e.g. "Would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime?")
contradictory, adj. (see balance, city, country)
In sixth grade, we had to write an essay about our personality; I wrote about how I could be rather shy and serious but also passionate and animated. I called it my "Merry" personality, after the hobbit in Lord of the Rings: silly and spirited, yet serious and thoughtful.
I have a contradictory personality. Quiet, loud. Silly, serious. English, math. City, country. Right brain, left brain. Crowds, solitude. Happy, sad. Music has always been my comforting force of reconciliation, fusing art and math, passion and calculation, loud and soft, ensemble and solo.
During my travels from Yorkshire to London (during my UK trip), the pull between city and country was exceptionally intense. I adored Haworth. I loved the warmth and geniality of the people. The beautifully wild and rugged landscape. The openness. The quiet. The slow pace. The air.
But as soon as my train pulled into King's Cross St. Pancras, I felt a shiver of anticipation for the bustle and anonymity of the city. Deftly zig-zagging through the multitude of fellow travelers on my way to the Piccadilly line, I felt a rush of sheer joy. I had loved every minute in Yorkshire, but I was so happy to be back in London. I loved the hurry and the rush. The glass and the brick and the stone and asphalt. The cigarette smoke and car emissions. The busses and taxis and motorcycles and bikes. The old and the new. The noise. The crowd.
My life has been a series of contradictions and I am continually trying to find the balance.
country, n.
Where I also belong.
creativity, n.
When your chest swells and your thoughts race and your heart beats and there has to be a release of something--paint, words, paper, metaphors, blood--just something to ease the onslaught of emotions and imagination.
On a side note: "green is not a creative color."
cut, v. ( -ing) (see blood, mental health)Over the counter medication for heart ache, depression, menstrual cramps, pms, crying, bad days, anxiety, and any other stressors.
city, n. (see contradictory, country)
Where I belong.
coffee, n.
A means for making new friends.
(e.g. "Would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime?")
contradictory, adj. (see balance, city, country)
In sixth grade, we had to write an essay about our personality; I wrote about how I could be rather shy and serious but also passionate and animated. I called it my "Merry" personality, after the hobbit in Lord of the Rings: silly and spirited, yet serious and thoughtful.
I have a contradictory personality. Quiet, loud. Silly, serious. English, math. City, country. Right brain, left brain. Crowds, solitude. Happy, sad. Music has always been my comforting force of reconciliation, fusing art and math, passion and calculation, loud and soft, ensemble and solo.
During my travels from Yorkshire to London (during my UK trip), the pull between city and country was exceptionally intense. I adored Haworth. I loved the warmth and geniality of the people. The beautifully wild and rugged landscape. The openness. The quiet. The slow pace. The air.
But as soon as my train pulled into King's Cross St. Pancras, I felt a shiver of anticipation for the bustle and anonymity of the city. Deftly zig-zagging through the multitude of fellow travelers on my way to the Piccadilly line, I felt a rush of sheer joy. I had loved every minute in Yorkshire, but I was so happy to be back in London. I loved the hurry and the rush. The glass and the brick and the stone and asphalt. The cigarette smoke and car emissions. The busses and taxis and motorcycles and bikes. The old and the new. The noise. The crowd.
My life has been a series of contradictions and I am continually trying to find the balance.
country, n.
Where I also belong.
When your chest swells and your thoughts race and your heart beats and there has to be a release of something--paint, words, paper, metaphors, blood--just something to ease the onslaught of emotions and imagination.
On a side note: "green is not a creative color."
A dangerous addiction.
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