rebel

I do what I want. UH.

Boston

newbury street

Boston is a cool city. There are a lot of old ghosts. I walked to the Back Bay neighborhood from Cambridge, to Newbury Street. A perfect summer day on a Saturday. There are well groomed women with their perfectly beautiful pets and children heading to the salon for pampering.

A shopper of unique boutiques dream come true. Tea shops, pottery shops, tons of clothing shops, and my very favorite Lush, homemade cosmetics. Bliss and rapture.
I walked the busy Boston streets as an observer but apparently appearing to some to be a local, receiving inquiries for directions. Friendly shop girls kept me from feeling lonely with questions about where I am from and why I am there.

I had Thai tea, an iced chai, peach tranquility tea from Teavana. Yummmmmm.

I stumbled upon the Shops at The Prudential Center and the beautiful Boston Public Library. I sat in the library courtyard resting, and people watched. I saw an Asian toddler chasing a bird around the fountain. (seen in the picture). I watched a young couple get engagement pictures taken, posing in front of the fountain. I listened to the languages around me and the conversations, and rested with my new found love for Boston.

connected

faith

No one knows what the future holds. If we did, who would want to keep going? What is around the next corner? What obstacles lie ahead? Will I live a full and fulfilling life? Will I make a difference in some one's life? In the world? Is living day to day life not enough? What is going to happen to me? Am I someone I can be proud of? Why do my emotions get the better of me? How can I control them? Is it better to let it all out? I have such high expectations of what life should be. I want to write, I want to learn to play the guitar. To be in shape. To be with my love. To be a mommy. To be helpful to people who need help. To be a good person. I want to be happy. I need to remember to have faith. My love will endure. My strength will not fail. My path will lead to my home. My puzzle piece is my home.

safe

There is a place where I can escape from the world and know that I am so safe. My parents' backyard is one of my favorite places to be. A cup of tea, a cardinal feeding, and a palette of soothing colors calms me.

letting go

what do i really need? i have given up so much in the last year. i had filled an entire huge storage space with plastic bins full of stuff. i thought i needed all of it. i thought that being surrounded by books would comfort me. surrounded by teapots and monkeys and mugs, and bottles, and clothes, and cds, and pictures and hand-me down furniture, trinkets, nick-knacks, maps, report cards, science papers, cabbage patch kid birth certificate, the list goes on and on and on. finally, rid of it all. i will not allow it to consume me anymore. a little bit is ok, and yes, i know i tend to go overboard.
i am letting go.