Dreaming of the Dolphin Hotel | Journal

Right now, we’re working from home. Or, more specifically, working from our hotel in Amsterdam. I have been playing catch-up on the past few days, writing entries and organizing photos. I feel like I just had a chance to catch my breath. As quickly as life happens, I want to document it. I enjoy the … More Dreaming of the Dolphin Hotel | Journal

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Beso: Kisses

Near the end of the pass, we noticed a herd of cows. We stopped to say hi. One chocolatey cow in particular stared at us. She would dip her head to eat grass, then quickly raise it to watch us. She stared, curious, while the other cows continued their business. I named her Bessie. … More Beso: Kisses

Snowcapped

Our first morning, we woke up to the sun rising behind the mountains. The living room flooded with light. Walking over carpet and oak wood felt nostalgic. Christmassy. It reminded me of the house I grew up in. I played Fleet Foxes, then made pumpkin coffee and maple oatmeal. As I waited for le beau, … More Snowcapped

Carpe Diem and All That

This is how we live. Day to day. In the present. Carpe diem and all that. I used to live in the future, I used to plan my life, and then I got there, and I was like, you know what? This is underwhelming. I spent so much time fixated on the destination that I entirely forgot about the journey. I listened to a song waiting for it to end, and when it ended, it was quiet, and I was like, goddamn. In a similar vein, I can’t look to what other people are doing, feeling, or saying, and I can’t treat life like a song that I’m waiting to end. … More Carpe Diem and All That

Hollowside House

The other day, I felt compelled to visit the historic house off of Hollowside. From the street, the house looked like any of the other surrounding homes. But it carried a history of its own. Although the place was mostly empty, I crossed paths with a chirpy groundskeeper, who launched into stories about the house … More Hollowside House

After the Rain

For the first time in months, it rained. The lawn, scorched and bleached by the sun, sprouted back lush and green. Critters came out in full force, too: colonies of spiders and roly polies and ants. The rain lasted several weeks. It was a welcome reprieve. Each day it rained, I romanticized it. I turned … More After the Rain

Move Along

The sunset is violently pretty: pinks and purples flecked with gold. The heaviness has worn off. In its place is something light and bittersweet. After you’ve held onto something for so long, something so heavy – hatred and bitterness and resentment – is this how it dissolves? Suddenly, then all at once, a sea of memories, cotton candy dunked in water? … More Move Along

All Good Mini-cations

From the dense forestry of WFH has emerged a new species: neither work, nor play, but both. Without taking PTO, which we are saving up for another trip, I call this the mini-cation. It isn’t quite a staycation, because we leave home, but it also isn’t entirely a vacation, because we work. … More All Good Mini-cations

If You Like Piña Coladas and Gettin’ Caught in the Rain

Hankering for adventure, I suggested a nearby shopping square. We passed by a religious temple on the way, but it was raining too hard for us to step outside. As we arrived at the shopping square, the clouds cleared. Palm trees swayed. I skipped over rain puddles. I thought about the The Piña Colada song. … More If You Like Piña Coladas and Gettin’ Caught in the Rain

Modes of Transportation

I used to think there was something romantic about public transportation. In my mind, I glamorized it. Maybe it was because I had spent most of my life moving by car, staring out windows, listening to the local R&B station. From a distance, public transportation sparkled. Buses. Trains. Subways. Love. But then it dimmed. Germs. Lateness. And, in general, impracticality. Mostly I drive now. … More Modes of Transportation

Into the City

We spent several hours on the road, stuffed with jammy kolaches and Vampire Weekend. One of the first songs I played was A-Punk. I had always thought the lyrics to A-Punk were: Do you want to go slowly / into the city? And I had always thought it kind of intimate and friendly. Like yes, Ezra, lead singer of Vampire Weekend, I would love to be stuck in traffic with you, now could you sing me a song? … More Into the City

Awaken, the Lu!

This new Fujifilm camera, which I learned about recently, is something I’ve been sleeping on. If it weren’t for a bored, lazy summer day, when I suddenly searched up Fujifilm blogs on Wordpress, and found a site of film emulation recipes, I would still be fast asleep. I have awoken. Like Donald Glover’s album. Awaken, the Lu!  … More Awaken, the Lu!

A Bug’s Life

We went to the plant section of the home improvement store. I always insist that plants have a vibe. A pleasant presence. Sort of warm, you know? Like honey. A dancey song from the 80’s came on, and we started dancing in the aisles. I looked for peonies, my mother’s favorite. I felt like I … More A Bug’s Life