27 October, 2010


I think Le Petit Prince had it right....

"All grown-ups were children first. (But few remember it).

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again.

That's the way they are. You must not hold it against them. Children should be very understanding of grown-ups.
... I have had, in the course of my life, lots of encounters and lots of serious people. I have spent lots of time with grown-ups. I have seen them at close range... which hasn't much improved my opinion of them."


I wish the little prince had covered living with grownups. Or, alternatively, how to make money grow on trees so as to not have to live with grownups.

Any chance for a sequel?

24 October, 2010

Trinkets and Memories

My mom is always commenting on the amount of trinkets I have in my room (too many, she says). And maybe she's right (isn't she always?) but, now that I've moved back in with my parents (not for long...) I only have my room in which to display the things I love. Yes, my tabletops and bookshelf are slightly crowded but each little trinket has huge meaning to me and sometimes, when I'm having a bad day or avoiding homework (like, say, now) I'll spend a few minutes looking through all the little boxes and photos and journals and lose myself in memories. What's the use of mementos if they're stored away in a box, under the bed?

A picture of my parents and my grandfather in Armenia, when they were all young. And stationary that not only has my favorite fleur de lys on it but also an inspirational message and a reminder of my love, who bought it for me.

My favorite cross, photobooth photos (I'm obsessed!), postcards from friends around the world, old photos and my first ever Valentine's Day card.

Foreign language books and dictionaries, one-year anniversary card, and ceramic turtles from Latvia, where I was born.

This used to be our living room table. When we first moved to Chicago, we bought most of our furniture from garage sales. These tables came with beautiful gold toned sofas (which have been thrown out) and armchairs (which I rescued for my reading nook). Instead of buying a dresser, I salvaged these from my parents' basement.

A hand painted ceramic mask from Venice, where I went a few years ago with my cousin. Every time I look at it I remember how we stuffed our maps into our purses (after an hour of trying to find a specific restaurant) and decided to experience Venezia in the best way possible....by getting lost.

Perfume. I absolutely love fragrance. One spritz can transform and outfit and make you feel more confident or, sultry, or feminine. And I can't part with them once they're empty. The bottles themselves are so beautiful.

An Hermes soap box from a hotel in Rome, converted into a mini jewelry holder. And bracelets/earrings from my cousin in Australia (love the heart etched on the inside).

Pomegranates from Armenia (national symbol), photo of my sisters and cousins, taken in Armenia and a small ivory elephant a friend brought back from India.

16 October, 2010


Things I love:

My love finally living in the same city as me.

I can call him anytime and know that he is a short drive away.

Arguments no longer have to end with a quiet goodbye over the phone but, with kisses and touches that make everything right again.

Having him surprise me while I am at dinner with a friend.....and just the fact that he CAN (although he was pretty good at surprising me via long distance as well.....)

Knowing that Tuesday nights, he will be waiting for me after class and the day's hardships can be erased with a warm embrace.

What I love the most:

Though we may not have the logistics of the future figured out, though there are things we yearn for that are not yet possible, we have each other and that in itself is a guarantee that the future will be AMAZING.

14 October, 2010


Found the boiler. Crisis averted. I got to campus so early I swam a few laps at the gym, lounged in the hot-tub and now I'm in my office with five hours until class, tons of things to work on and.....zero desire to do anything but surf blogs and take a nap.

I need coffee. If only I had this view....

13 October, 2010

Goodbye Cruel World

A few days ago, I had an event at school called "Tea Time", for which I borrowed by parents' super-fancy bought in Japan water heater. I've forgotten to bring it home the past few days, but it has been locked in my office so I wasn't worried. Until today.

Today I made myself multiple reminders to bring it home. I got it as far as the train station where I left it by the cashier stand as I was buying a magazine (I just wanted to know The Touch Men Crave...okay?!). And I didn't realize this until I got off the train at my station and noticed something was missing.

And so, for the past hour I have been calling all possible phone numbers with no luck. It's after hours and no one is answering. I even called Amtrak Police with no answer (which should be cause for concern in and of itself). And OF COURSE Union Station has an online directory of all the stores on its premises and OF COURSE the only store that does not have a number listed is the one I left it at.

It doesn't help that my parents decided to grill me as soon as I got home about why I haven't brought it back home yet. I'm waking up at the crack of dawn so I can get to Union and harass everyone as soon as they open.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GOD, let someone turn it in to the lost and found. PLEASE! I will never use your name in vain again.

I'm too young to be buried in the backyard.

(I also just realized the irony of the below post. Lost. Found. CAZZO!!!)

Look What I Found

11 October, 2010

I Miss Armenia

Sometimes, when I'm caught up in day-to-day hassles, I think of how life is so vastly different for my relatives in Armenia. It's a completely different atmosphere and lifestyle over there. I miss it, a lot.

08 October, 2010

Friday on Campus

When I was a corporate slave, I used to reminisce on my undergraduate days spent sitting on the campus lawn with not a worry in the world other than my next homework assignment. Though I am not as carefree now, I thank God everyday that I am out of my devil-wears-prada-like job and a full time student. I can sit on the lawn any day of the week I please.

04 October, 2010

One year ago today

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

~Victor Hugo

01 October, 2010

I Love Blogging

Granted, I don't write often, lately ( I blame grad school); but, how amazing is it to see that people from all over the world read this blog? It's as if little pieces of me are floating all around the world, gliding out of computer screens in India and Lebanon. I can only hope that you, my readers, receive just a tiny bit of the inspiration I get from all of you. Thank you for reading, and for all your lovely comments!!!