Today marks another birthday—ok, obviously it wasn’t my birthday when I was putting this post together, but by the time you (pronoun: whichever 1-2 readers have stuck around despite my consistently sporadic posting) read this, it will be. It will also have been one year since I first ditched my old blog and started this one.
There have been some extreme highs and lows between last November and now, but the highlights have been so, so good that I don’t really care about the rest.
(Actually, thinking back to the series of disasters that I had mostly blocked out, maybe I do care a little bit.)
But it’s like this: the happier you are, the more present you become. When you exist in this state for months, you start thinking of time as irrelevant—that is, you stop thinking about it at all. That was half of my year: better than perfect.
This particular morning at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London was especially syrupy, and one of the two or three days I carried a DSLR camera.
The V&A is near bursting with sparkling gems and decorative objects. There’s a carpet you may have heard of that lights up on the hour and half-hour. Also, a secret little jewelry gallery almost blinding in its brilliance.
Most importantly, when you’re ready to sit down and take a break from wandering, you can grab a glass of rosé (from the cafe, this is not a BYOB situation) and enjoy it in the courtyard. Beware: if you see a pigeon (or 50), don’t think for a second that they’ll be shy about helping themselves. Can you blame them?
More soon (a relative term).