There was really never any reason for me to like cooking. Never a chance to enjoy making something, hopefully, delicious for the sake of making someone else smile. I suppose that since my parents have gone away I do that every time I cook now. Even if it is just for myself, I feel accomplished and I feel like I’ve done something worth while.
After watching Julie & Julia tonight, which is an adorable movie that, albeit is long, was really inspiring that even one person can change their life for the better if they put their mind to it. I think that it would be a really interesting adventure to try something like Julie did in the movie and blog. Blog about something that I love and something that makes me happy. It would probably be just about living and the day to day with a splash of mishaps and excursions that I fancy myself on. Or maybe I’ll start trying new things…like movies, or wine, or beer. I like beer far more than I like wine. It could be a small tribute to my parents moving to Germany. (Which by the way, they found a house and it sounds amazing. I cannot wait for pictures and visits.)
Speaking of my parents. I miss them. Terribly. And it’s almost as if a cold, but hard realization has settled in my heart, but I’m not really afraid of it. I’m just scared to let it be ok. Every day I wake up and have been for the last week, telling myself that they’re on vacation and will be back soon. It’s going to be a long vacation. I suppose it’s a curse and a blessing. I’m being allowed an opportunity that no one I know has had. I get my own house and things and I get to live somewhere comforting. I’m also excited about visiting them and seeing a part of the world I lived in for four years, but don’t really remember. I was too little to really remember Germany, but I plan on doing so when I go visit.
I really need to put more work up here. I’ve been slacking on the writing department. I sure as hell don’t have a small piece of paper I and my parents paid $40,000.00 for saying that I write well…oh wait…I do. Damn. I guess I should start putting that to use then shouldn’t I? I would love to think that someone reads this and really gets something out of it. I would also love to think that at some point in my future something will come of me jabbering on and on about nothing. About life, and love, and happiness. About darkness we find in every day life and about heartache. All these things make up human existence and yet so many people read about it.
Jessica Andrews put it nicely in her song “Who I am” --“So when I make big mistake/When I fall flat on my face/I know I'll be alright/
Should my tender heart be broken/I will cry those teardrops knowin'/
I will be just fine/'Cause nothin' changes who I am. “ Every word is so true. I know who I am and I love that I do. I may have mistakes on my record and I know I’m not perfect, but would it really be all that fun to be? I don’t think so. I definitely find that the imperfections are what make things perfect. In everything.
I suppose that a picture blog will be next. Most likely Saturday night.