Chicago
I miss you a lot. I love it here, but sometimes I get an urge to run down to the farmer’s market to eat crepes with two of my favorite guys. Other times, I want to go to running along Lakeshore Drive and let the wind mess with my hair. I want to take the L and wave to the stranger in the next car over, the one who looks just as tired as I do. I want their tags on buildings to catch my eye everywhere I go. I want to go shopping with my room mate on State Street, drink white wine and mosey in Millennium Park while listening to free music, and grab a peek at the latest artist’s work in the Modern Wing of the Art Institute. I want to visit friend’s apartments and show up for book club. I want to spend a day back in the restaurant - solely so I can catch up on all my girl’s gossip. I want another day at Navy Pier, looking out at the view the Ferris Wheel presents. I want to watch fireworks on 4th of July and hear firecrackers until 6 in the morning. I want to picnic in Humboldt, bar hop in Wicker, brunch in Lakeview. I want to gather friends and see an Imax Feature Film, spend a couple hours remembering why I canceled my Lincoln Park Athletic Club membership, and get pizza at Gino’s East. I want another adventurous trip to the B’hai temple, another all-nighter working diligently on that art piece, and another cup of coffee with the few professors I so admire.
It’s not that I don’t want to be here, but I miss you. I never seem to appreciate things until they’re gone.
Alone
I need to learn how to be alone. And happy
Bucket List (June 2013)
Own my own business (however small, however successful)
Work on a movie set
Sleep on a rooftop
Fall in love
Ride a ferris wheel
Ask a guy out in person
Walk away
Dance on the hood of a car
Hold a tarantula
Buy balloons (choose a number & a reason) & let them go
Ride on the back of a camel
Take a trip by plane completely spontaneously
Be in two places at once
Go to Italy
Go to France
Visit Israel
Go to Greece
Visit India
Visit Spain
Visit Ireland
Go to South Africa
Go to Australia
Visit Canada
Go to Argentina
Go to Mexico
Ride a roller coaster
Ride on the back of an elephant
Get a tattoo
Experience 24 hours of sunlight
Drive on the highway
Go on a road trip through the United States
Go skinny dipping; be confident about it
Quit
Fail
Go on a hot air balloon ride
Write a book
Get ears pierced
Spray paint “Abigail Marguerite” somewhere
Collect 100 spoons from different venues
Run on the beach
Run a marathon
Sail more often with Dad
Experience being poor
Drive a standard
See an Andy Goldsworthy in person
Learn to fly
Bizarre
Life is bizarre. You’re supposed to be “in the moment” and “present” and “here now.” You’re also expected to hold on to all of your significant memories from the past - the good, the bad, and the ugly. The ugly, so you can learn to laugh at yourself; the bad, so you can learn from your mistakes; and the good, so you feel as though you have things and people worth being here for. On top of that, it’s a tragedy if you don’t look forwards and into your future - at least a little bit. You’re supposed to have dreams and goals and plans.
I don’t know how anyone is supposed to balance this much expectation.
Depth
Contrary to what most believe, the significance of a relationship should not be measured in time. The relationships that work aren’t the ones that trade gold earrings and watches on their 50th anniversary, but the ones in which the couple learns the ins and outs of their counterpart. He knows where she’s most ticklish, how long she can go without food before she becomes angry, and what truly scares her. She knows what his actual favorite movie is (the one he feels ashamed for loving around his friends), how long his beard can be before he becomes irritated by it, and his reasoning for putting ketchup on all of his food. Whether it lasts 3 days, 3 months, or 30 years, it’s the depth of what we choose to share, how intensely we choose to listen, and what responses and reactions we choose to give that makes a relationship worth it.
#florist #shop
#kids #artwork. The kiddos I work with could totally get a degree by the time they turn 8. #artschool
Making gifts.
My ocean. #capecod #sea
High.
