last night i made ratatouille. that was big for me, because i never make anything. i just don't get cooking. and i'm horrible at chopping. a knife should never be in my hands.
that being said, i want to learn to cook this year. i need to stop pretending that i am not 21 and on the verge of graduation, because i am. danielle's death was really a set-back to my growth. i was so afraid and just wanted to stay curled up in my room on long island forever, pretending i was still young enough to live here. i came home every weekend for over a month to do that.
last year was bad. i intend to be better this year. after ten days of living with bryan...well, he just makes me want to be better. that's mostly why i keep calling my latest eurotrip a rehab stint (although spending my days in isolation with only my own thoughts and the cold air to clear my head was also an awakening). it would be so much easier if i lived there. i'll just have to keep this inspiration with me til la prochaine...
speaking of horrible distances, i found this in a random blog of mine from a year and a half ago, and my psychic abilities are just astounding. " it might start in the spring and then just spiral out of control comes summer, and then life will turn into a series of sporatic long distance phone calls, occasional emails, postcards, and hurried trips across the atlantic on some spare time off."
xoxo
gossipgirl
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