Maine Things

I flew up on Friday morning to the great state of Maine to visit the cousins.  My cousins Todd and Chris are basically older brothers to me this point, and both are incredibly protective and loving--in other words, exactly what I need sometimes when I'm feeling disconnected and out of sorts. 

It was perfection.

We slept in. We ate fries. Todd's wife, Jenny, treated us both to mani/pedi's on Saturday morning.  Then we went shopping and I got my very first Coach purse!  I'm not one to get all hyped up about either of those things...but I swear, it was all heavenly this weekend.  We went dancing, we ate excellent seafood.  I had a lobster roll, and bought new Nikes and Victoria's secret underwear and Sephora makeup and ..... well, time for PBJ's this week :) 

There were cute little boys who have the same baby blue eyes as me:

And cute puppy dogs:

And cousins with said cute puppy dog:

I love that I feel like home in so many, many places.  I am so lucky. 

Be Like That

Well, it's Wednesday. I keep thinking I should blog, and get the image of me sadly tromping up an escalator staring at words about wounded soldiers, off the top of my blogroll :)

Life ain't all that bad. I'm going through a period of stillness, I think, and I've been spending alot of time just kind of reflecting on things. Not in a bad way though....not in the "oh my dear lord, what does it ALL MEAN?!" kind of way. As we all know, I can tend to walk on the melancholy side of the road, and only really find myself savoring people and things when they are either 1) far away, 2) in my past.

I was walking down my street the other day and it's just beautiful. It really is and it looks like something out of a movie sometimes. I walk by Afghani, Lebanese, Polish, Bangladeshi, and Thai food restaurants everyday and that's just on my street. I tuck away in the basement of a gorgeous house and I doubt I'll ever have an experience similar to the way I'm living now. So why do I want so desperately to know what's going to happen when I turn this page? When I do move on, and when I do leave DC for god-knows-where?

One of my favorite songs in college -and still now- was "Be Like That" by 3 Doors Down. In my sorority house, my dorm room window opened out onto the awning of the house--you can see it behind us in the picture here: (I am, of course, the short one).

Anyway, we used to sit out on this awning all the time and sometimes at night I'd go out and watch all the people pass and I could see the neighborhood on the other side of the street and I distinctly remember the lyrics of Be Like That going through my head, or sometimes through the window while a CD played:

"She spends her days up in the north hall
Watching the people as they pass
And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream
Is that too much to ask?
For a safe home, and a warm bed, on a quiet little street"

And you know what?

I got it.

"If I could be like that, what would I do?...."