Satisfied.

My idea of retail therapy is going to the Goodwill and shopping their "glasses/vases" section. there is something so beautiful about coloured glass. I added a lilac-coloured vase, a green goblet, a white bottle with tiny detail embossed, and a glass candleholder with a fleur de lys design on it.

And then coming home to a warm home and smiling faces, an oh-my-word, good meal with some of my amazing housemates. Now we're all sitting in the living room listening to some sweet melodies with about ten candles lit. We look up at each other from our laptops, where we busily write our papers. It is raining perfectly, and you can hear it trickle in the transition between songs. Sigur Ros, Ray LaMontagne, Iron & Wine, Wilco, Andrew Bird, The Swell Season, Sufjan Stevens, Explosions In The Sky. This is what I want every day.

I've had a fulfilling couple of days, and not due to any profound happenings:

"It isn’t the great big pleasures that count the most, it’s making a great deal out of the little ones—I’ve discovered the true secret of happiness, and that is to live in the now. Not to be forever regretting the past, or anticipating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant…Well, I am going to have intensive living after this. I’m going to enjoy every second and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it. Most people don’t live, they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose all sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out and it doesn’t make a difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not. I’ve decided to sit down by the way and pile up a lot of little happinesses."

Daddy-Long-Legs

(No, I won't ever stop quoting it.)