A Love Letter

Bill Evans "Waltz for Debbie"

Sweet Sweet South Ken

Home is a fickle little anomaly of sorts -- something of a mashing between familiar and comfortable and predictable. Little by little my London life is beginning to feel a bit more like home. I find myself missing Boston more than I expected, but I think it's just the confusion of existing in the space between two places that I've fallen in love with. I feel like I'm cheating on Boston with London and London with Boston. It's a shame I can't strap time into my sidecar and take it with me, only unbuckling it when I feel city satiated.

But, for now, this is home or something like it:

I Miss My Books (or, Dear Miranda July, let's be friends?)

From Miranda July's No One Belong Here More Than You:

Teachers of subjects that this person wasn't even good at are kissing this person and renouncing the very subjects they taught. Math teachers are saying that math was just a funny way of saying "I love you"

Fish and Hot Chip(s)

Hot Chip "Over and Over": my life in short.

(read: unbelievably surreal in the most amazing of ways)

Regina's "Laughing With"

For my lovely lovely Kate because she's the kind of friend who even from oceans away knew that this would be exactly what I needed to hear this morning. xo