I'll be writing my essay all day unfortunately, but before I get down to that, here's a moment of curiosity...(and I still really miss Alice in Wonderland by the way)
I wonder whose pocket this got crumpled in before falling out. And was it dropped on the sidewalk or did the wind blow it there? Who sat in Row C Seat 108 and who were they with and what did they all laugh at? Kind of strange that I'll really never have a way of knowing.
I daydream about cottages in England, the Eiffel Tower, late afternoons, New York City apartments, and eating baugettes with friends in Paris. I am completely happy in the pouring rain. I could write a whole novel in an airport. My friends are genuinely surprised when I am not carrying my camera with me. I believe in reincarnation. I am not completely convinced that Hogwarts does not exist.I go through life with the theory that everything happens for a reason. And I have a strong belief that the people who get to name crayons and nail polishes have one of the coolest jobs in the world.