“I’m so sick of having this view”, said no one ever. This was yesterday’s sunset, being more distracting than the internet. I told Mother Nature to bug off, but the sunset morphed through many ombre colours.
After I took this photo, I zonked out in a “short nap” on the bed. For this Friendsgiving, we had hot pot. The BFF and I took the train into Chinatown where we overstuffed my old lady trolly with hot … Continue reading →
This was my first American Thanksgiving. (My jschool friends and I, all non-New Yorkers, decided to go see the infamous Macy’s Day Parade. We braved the crowds and stationed ourselves at 59th Street, right in front of the Columbus Circle … Continue reading →
Living a block away from Riverside Park meant running there whenever I wanted. A great trail, flat ground and designated running path looking onto the Hudson. This was taken when I was catching up on my New Yorker issue on … Continue reading →
I love this photo of my grandparents in their older living room.
I’m most thankful that my Grandma taught me how to be a lady. She loved combing my hair and always held my hand as we walked to the salon. Whether she was getting her hair did or getting a facial, I always had something done too, like a simple double hoop braid a la Princess Leia.
The second couch we ever bought was for our family room. It was a blue and white striped pull out couch, that had giant pillows we would always toss onto the carpet. It was either from Leon’s or Ikea.
We used the pillows as pieces to jump on, avoiding the carpet lava.
We used them as pieces to build forts, in the nook between the wall and the couch’s far arm.
The couch had a lot of miscellaneous stains. With four kids under the age of 13, my mom let it slide. In the heat of summer, with the air conditioning blasting, the fabric was cool to touch. In the winter, Mother&Co. would fold a blanket over the seats, hoping to conceal the stains.
The nook between the wall and the couch’s arm became my personal spot. It was littered with a medley of cushions of hodgepodge origins. Whenever my mom or cousins overflowed the couch, I retreated to my corner.
The corner was mostly used for those times when I realllllllly wanted to stay up to watch the end of a movie or a basketball game, but was too tired and needed to doze off. I was often woken up in a daze and re-capped at breakfast the endings.
My mom’s a big NBA fan and we would watch most games together as a family. Michael Jordan was one of her favourite players and my brother was almost named Michael. (Her least favourite player was John Stockton, who often played against The Bulls. She also praised Grant Hill for not having tattoos.)