At thirty, I like that it still takes so very little to make me happy. I like taking long morning walks on a tree-lined street all by myself and watching old couples teach each other tai-chi. I like getting my fingers sticky with drippy drops of ice cream, and then licking them off afterwards. I like bursting into song in public places and will always be secretly in love with Bon Jovi. When I’m sad, I eat spam and watch Sound of Music and then I’m ok again. I like backrubs and Happy Meals and deep kisses and children’s books and white chocolate and salmon sashimi, not in any particular order and certainly not all at the same time (except maybe white chocolate and deep kisses ). I can laugh at myself and do so a lot — I like to think that means I stand on solid ground. I love long rickety bus trips and getting compliments for my cooking. I’m a lawyer who is irreverent towards the law, an activist who likes lacey underwear. I think life is too short to be wasted on perfunctory embraces and cowardice disguised as prudence. I like living and laughing and dreaming and dancing and hoping and forgetting and remembering.
I’m currently in Holland, doing my Masters. I came here in September of 2010, and will be home in December of 2011. I cook my own food now (but still can’t perfect scrambled eggs.)