It feels like we were just roaming Newbury Street on a hot summer day in Boston. You were interning for a wedding planner, I was acting in LA visiting. I remember the boy who broke your heart that summer, the same one you were there for. We spent that entire weekend with him, as per your twenty something dream, eating famous clam chowders and watching Tom Brady play with the rest of the townies.
You were cool then, turning me on to beer at a Celtics game. You promised it was an acquired taste. We danced the night the Celtics won to that cover band playing classic American songs, buzzed and without a care in the world, celebrating just because.
And here we are, with all the time in between. You, in Chicago, living your best life with the love of your life whom you met while pursuing a master’s degree in an entirely unrelated career. And here I am, writing in New York City, flying out with him to help surprise you… and I’ve never seen you happier.
Cheers to life not always turning out the way we want it, darling. Every turn leading us to where we needed to be. Sometimes the guy upstairs really does have the better plan, and it may just be in the form of a 2+ carat cushion cut.
My favorite date place?
With myself, with a girlfriend, with anyone who gets as excited about hardcovers as I do. And perhaps she’s to blame.
If I ever have a whole day off, I like to hop on the train and walk to a bookstore or library. Whichever one is still standing unfortunately. There’s nothing sweeter than grabbing a coffee drink and strolling along the many aisles of unread books while caffeinated. Piling the few that look good and then scoring a nook someplace warm to leaf through them. And if I go with someone, I like to leaf and share and then pry through theirs.
I’ve never really considered myself an extrovert and this probably proves it.
On one of my dates alone, I was particularly interested in the Danish way of living. I always wondered why they’re the happiest people. And so I piled on all of the books I could find on the matter and I discovered, while eating croissant, that there is a method to the happiness- hygge!
I won’t bore you over something you can google for more, but, in a nutpost, hygge is undefined but closely defined as “coziness of the soul.” And if that’s too aloof for you, a hug in English is the closest feeling.
Comfort, conviviality, simple indulgence and well being are hygge’s means of pleasure. Cooking with feel good foods from forest, field, farm, partaking in cake and buzzy drinks with friends, indulging in good kinship, maintaining a simply designed but efficient home to leave more time with dog, not cleaning up, spending time with nature and appreciating it even if from afar, these are some of the ways to hygge. And now my favorite means to happy.