My parents got me a piano. a fucking piano. i haven't had a night alone to myself yet to really break it in, but so far i've never been more in love with anything.
cw left a package on my doorstep before leaving town with a framed copy of a song he wrote for me, a book on horror movies, a DVD of "Original Sin" since I wore my old copy out, and a Taco Bell gift certificate.
and then today, pirate brought over a brand new record player, receiver, amp and giant speakers.
everyone is one-upping me.
this year seems to be all about quality v. quantity and it's showing in the holiday season most of all.
fewer extravagant parties and more staying up all night doing puzzles.
fewer group vacations and more 3 person dinner parties.
everything always looks better on the other side but...
i'm alone in my house for the first time in a week with 200 new records, a record player, a piano and a decked out kitchen ready to conquer blueberry chutney once and for all.
feels like i'm armed for 2012. surrounded by all the things that give me true catharsis.
feels like i'm set to start really focusing putting effort into the things that make me glad i'm me.
feeling like i'm in a place to really let go of everything and just exist.
also helps that i have a new crush on a boy...
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