For hours today, I sat wrapped in warm blankets. Watched mindless TV, read endlessly through my Google Reader.  There were sounds of cheering, high fives, and the smell of buffalo coming from the living room. Boys watching football. I ran to the grocery store. Stocked up on breakfast, lunch and dinner goods for the week.  I put away the groceries, did the dishes, cleaned the bathroom.  Really scrubbed the bathroom for the first time in 2 months. I hung a few hooks in our bedroom, a spot we’ve been eying for weeks. Now our bath towels and robes won’t clutter every door in the apartment.

I spoke to a friend from my past today. It made me smile at first, and then made my heart ache with memories from the past.

Water is heating on the stove for dinner and I’m waiting, sitting in our breakfast nook listening to my Rachel Yamagata Pandora station.  A station I highly recommend you each create.  This station, these songs let me sit and embrace terribly conflicting emotions. Half of me so grateful, so happy, so satisfied. The other half nostalgic, aching with memories from the past.

Soon the boyfriend and I will sit in our favorite spot and eat dinner together. We’ll have a glass of wine and watch our favorite Sunday tv shows. We’ll retreat to bed and wake in the morning for a new week. Another week of work. Today was a good day. A very, good day. Each day this week I’ll try to remember how fortunate I feel right now. How happy I feel in this life. This apartment, our new routines.  It’s this life, everything and everyone in it that I feel truly grateful for tonight.

Come with me my love, To the sea, The sea of love, I want to tell you, How much I love you
Cat Power | Sea of Love

Happy Sunday morning to me. Reading, iced coffee, catch up with DVR and homemade chocolate chip pancakes.  So, my pancakes didn’t quite turn out as pretty looking as my dad’s, but hey, they sure tasted delicious.

Is there anything better than this?  This morning at 8AM, no one else was awake, boyfriend went golfing.  A quiet Sunday morning, with coffee, magazines, nail polish and my computer.  Catching up on blogs, tumblr and all of my online errands.  It’s bright and sunny outside but won’t top 70 degrees today.  Perfect.  Not too hot.  I have a date with my sister around lunch, and a back yard BBQ this afternoon with friends.  The only thing ruining today is the thought of tomorrow, work.

I woke up, started laundry, went to CVS, purchased necessary household items (including bleach), came home, cleaned the apartment (with said bleach), washed the dishes, dried the dishes, put away the dishes, folded my laundry, put away the laundry, brewed coffee, cooked brunch, iced coffee, ate brunch with homemade iced coffee, took out the trash.

What a Sunday, huh? And that was all before noon.  It would be incredible if I could add exercise to that list, but despite the sunshine it is in fact rather chilly.  So instead, I put on a Pandora channel and sat down to catch up with my Google Reader and online errands (pay the bills, transfer money, check work email).

There is something so incredible about a productive Sunday.  It’s even better with sweet tunes and great lyrics.

So here, I have a little project for you:

1. Go to Pandora.com
2. Type in Adele
3. Sit back and listen.

I’ve never loved a playlist so much, and I didn’t even add any artists to this – so the list is actually 100% Pandora’s magic. Below is a little sneak peek at what you might be so lucky to enjoy!

• Adele – He won’t go
• Sara Bareilles – Gravity (acoustic version, amazing)
• Kate Nash – Nicest Thing
• Feist – 1234
• Adele – Turning Tables
• Corinne Bailey Rae – Till It Happens To You
• John Mayer – Dreaming With A Broken Heart
• Regina Spektor – Fidelity
• Sara Bareilles – Undertow
• John Legend – Alright
• Paramore – The Only Exception
• A Fine Frenzy – Almost Lover
• Landon Pigg – Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop
• Missy Higgins – Where I Stood
• Lily Allen – Who’d Have Known
• Jason Mraz – I’m Yours
• John Mayer – Gravity
• Frou Frou – Let Go
• Duffy – Hanging On Too Long

Cheers.

I’m bored. I am so, terribly bored. It’s Sunday, and I’m surprisingly not hungover, and on this Sunday I’m alone. Boyfriend is playing baseball. Roommate 1 is in bed sick. Roommate 2 is spending the day at an event with her family.

It’s going to rain soon, so although I’m tempted to throw in my earbuds and go for a stroll, I’m not. I don’t want to get caught in the rain. I’ve been sitting in bed reading through the blogosphere for almost 2 hours and it’s been about all I can take.

I need a hobby. It’s such a simple statement. I need a hobby. But the problem that that statement describes is actually a lot harder to solve than the simplicity of the statement implies. Rattling off a list of hobbies is easy. But come on. Bike riding? Scrapbooking? Origami? Let’s be serious. Finding a hobby that is entertaining, fulfilling, realistic, inexpensive… and well… just appealing to me is hard. Everything I think of entails money. And I strongly believe that finding the right hobby should not break the bank. Possibly not even tap into the bank. And although my roommate just reminded me that most hobbies tend to be things you tackle alone – I don’t want to do something alone! I get bored when I’m alone for too long.

Heather, Ashley and the rest of the Gibs knit and crochet, but I just think I’ll get bored! What is wrong with me! Always, always bored.

Rain rain go away. Don’t come back another day. The only thing worse than waking up in Maine, with a “maybe I shouldn’t have gone out last night” headache, and knowing you have to drive 2 hours home to Boston, is waking up in Maine, with a “maybe I shouldn’t have gone out last night” headache and looking outside to find… lots and lots of rain. It’s been raining in New England for 3 days straight. And by raining, I mean pouring, and by pouring I mean a monsoon. A 31 degree, cold, windy monsoon. Parking lots are flooding, yards look like ponds, and streets (and train lines) are closed all over because of flooding.

But, the light at the end of the tunnel is the fact that the 10 day forecast is glorious. 60 degrees and sunny. Tomorrow. Until then I’ll enjoy my wool sweater and warm boots.

So back to waking up in Maine.

After staying in Friday night and falling asleep with the BF at 9:30pm, we both had to work all day Saturday. Not ideal, I know. But it was manageable. After wrapping up our 6 day work week, we drove to Portland for my celebrate my dear friend’s 25th birthday party. It was held at a local bar, tons of fun, lots of familiar faces – many that I haven’t seen in ages.  The best girls and I  had our fair share of wine, beer, of course a flute (or two of champagne) and well.. you get the point.

It was really, really fun. And I had a 24 hour hangover to prove it.