October Favourites

I succeeded in keeping a running list- but then completely forgot that a new month had happened. I am bad with time. (Time is bad to me too, so we make a good pair.) Sorry. In the last month, I sifted through the shit and liked:

1. White chocolate mocha with cinnamon powdered on top, aka drink from the gods. I had two (and with only one sugar sachet in each!), despite $$$, and despite it being fairly strong coffee by my standards. 
2. Video-chatting with Cookie. Saved my sanity, that did.
3. Jackass messaging that one time, at just the right moment, when the despair was brimming over and I was hopelessly lost and didn't know how to mop up the mess inside my head.
4. Dissecting my hamartia with Marshmallow. 
5. Sitting outside, reading, at my favourite cafe one sunny Saturday afternoon, with great food and dessert, and of course, my hazelnut coffee. 
6. My one-week-of-survival present for myself, a necklace with an arrow and a crossroads sign, warming my lost, sybolism-obsessed, basic-white-girl heart. 
7. This nice new place Popo had found where I went for a nice solo lunch (like most of my lunches and dinners this month, sigh). If they cut the prices by half (let a girl dream), it would for sure, absolutely, 100% be my new favourite place- excellent staff with just the right amount of friendliness to be welcoming and helpful without being pushy, lovely decor and beautiful music. And they didn't mind me sitting there reading and eating by myself, at all! And they ran after me to return my card when I'd left it behind! And, to top it all off, they even had great food! 
8. October 13, when I woke up, and I was okay. I was happy. I was good. 
9. Parts of my internship, and the feeling of belonging I had started to feel by the end. Arbor, and sakhzi. 
10. The quaint English cafe I found and forced my mother and sakhzi to go to, which had white picket fences and puns on cutlery and cute tea kettles and Harry Potter doodles, along with lovely food like beautiful, buttery, hot chicken pies, and sweet dreamy salted caramel milkshakes. 

Unfortunately, all of the work emails I've sent means that I now have the fight back the urge to sign off on personal emails and blogposts with "Warm regards." 

Warm regards,

~Sam