sometimes…

Linking up with Young People in Love again today!

I can’t stop myself from watching just one more episode of Downton Abbey (yes, I finally got on the bandwagon and am thoroughly enjoying it).

I want to freeze frame mornings when my dad and I go get an early morning coffee at Peets, do the crossword, and all is well. (Especially when we correctly fill in a Wednesday all by ourselves.)

I find it mildly concerning when I realize how many books I read and how much tv I watch. It’s like I have nothing else to do with my life.

I want to soak up all the typical American things surrounding me right now, and take them back to the Netherlands with me.

I decide to take the plunge and visited my first Mormon church meeting last Sunday. It was enjoyable and interesting and I wonder what my life would be like if I were a Mormon.

It really hits me that I’ll likely never feel completely American or completely Dutch but will have to keep going back and forth all my life.

I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get to travel so much. (The upside to hybridity!)

I feel like I never, never, ever want to move to the suburbs.

I feel like a really good person when I call my mom a couple times a week to check on her and just chat. I feel even better when I actually go visit her.

 

sometimes (part two)

Following Young People in Love’s lead again today!

     I get weirdly excited about the amount of books I can get through interlibrary loan at the university.
     I felt overwhelmed with gratitude when people took the time to come up to me after my very first conference talk last weekend to tell me I’d done well.
     I can’t stop thinking about my dissertation. The conference last week made me really glad to be a PhD student.
     I just want to eat salted almonds all day, every day. 
     I am kinda a bad person and leave my stuff lying around everywhere even though I know it drives B. crazy.
     I wish I could dye my hair gorgeous, carrot-y red. I’ve always wanted to be a ginger.
     I just don’t understand the allure of wedges. Even TOMS wedges don’t look good to me.
     I can’t believe how close I am to teaching a class to undergrad students. I better figure out a lesson plan soon.

     I strongly consider spending a lot of money on an iPad. For research purposes. Really.

sometimes I play along

Like today, with Young People in Love..

Sometimes…
     It’s hard for me to multitask. I don’t care that women are supposed to be able to do it, I can’t.
     I’m reminded of how much I love B. when I wake up in the middle of the night and look at him sleeping next to me. (Unless he somehow woke me up for the millionth time that night, then I tend to flop over to my other side really aggressively, rocking the bed so that he wakes up too. Which totally doesn’t work, he just goes back to sleep while I lie there. Karma, I suppose.)
     I feel self-conscious when I express an opinion and people actually listen to me. That’s the cue for me to turn red and shut up and assume what I’m saying isn’t important anyway.
     I am mildly dishonest when I don’t buy the extra ‘Zusatsticket’ when crossing the Dutch/German border by train even though I technically should.
     I can’t imagine a world without being able to lose myself in my imagination.
     I’m surprised that I still attempt to run every so often. I am so not a runner yet I’m determined to become one, some day.
     I get a little too easily wrapped up in watching new tv series, like Six Feet Under. (I’ve banned the series for the time being, at least till I finish my conference talk, due need week.)
     I indulge in guilty pleasures like reading cheap crime novels and eating popcorn, usually at the same time.
     I wish all things in life were as wonderful as walking out of a bookstore with a brand new book (oh, for a new-book-smell and a smooth, uncreased cover!).

not new books, but awesome because of the autographs.