Birthdays and Tea

Even on Saturdays, I wake up during the six-o’clock hour.  I think I’m officially a grown-up.  Gone are the days of sleeping past noon, missing half of the day’s light in favor of snuggling up with my blanket.  This particular Saturday, I started my day with a delicious cup of jasmine tea made with leaves purchased at a cute little tea shop in Boulder, Colorado.

 

The mug was a gift from a friend who traveled through Spain, and my coffee table is covered with photographs under glass – a neat idea I inherited from my roommate.

This sweetened cup of tea is order after a late night out.  And by late night I mean I was out past 10:00pm, even if it was only by five minutes.  See?  I’m officially old, despite the fact that I’m still in my twenties.  To be more specific, my twenty-seventh birthday passed at the beginning of the month. 

Raisinets, Gummy Worms, and a Dose of Clarity

Nothing says “stress” like a $30 purchase of binge foods from Duane Reade followed by immediate consumption.  After one such occasion a few weeks ago, I suddenly saw myself clearly and had a movie-style rewind-and-replay vision of what led me to that moment: