When I feel most authentically myself:
wandering a bookstore or library; writing for the blog when the words really flow; on a walk with no accompaniment but my thoughts
What I'm thankful for today:
an incredibly clean living space. My temporary roommate is coming tomorrow—unexpectedly early—and I've scrambled to get ready for them. The place looks amazing.
A memory I hope I never forget:
my maternal grandmother smiling and waving goodbye, the last time I saw her
Ways I connect with long distant friends:
text, a little email, and, primarily, actual hand-written letters. That last has fallen off quite a bit over the years, admittedly.
How I reconnect with myself when I feel lost:
see 'authentically myself', above. Also writing in my journal, baking, watching movies (older than 1960 are best), taking pictures, or playing with a kitty.
My signature drink if I owned a café:
this is the first prompt in a long time that's left me speechless. I'd never want to run a restaurant, and my taste in café drinks is run of the mill.
How about, if I ever owned a bookstore, it would always stock: David James Duncan's The Brothers K; all of Jennifer Crusie's books (particularly the trade paperbacks); all of Rainbow Rowell's books; all of Alisa Kwitney's books for adults; The Silent Miaow by Paul Gallico; and anything I could find on deep-sea diving, grief, the building of the Panama Canal, neutrality in World War II, small-batch cooking or baking, or mysteries based in the northern U.S. states.
[from here, stolen from League of Extraordinary Penpals; the title quotation is by Paul Gallico, from The Lonely]
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