First Post.

With the recent discovery of Lisa Czarina (or Ella Coquine) and falling deeply in love with her simple and raw daily blog posts about grieving a broken engagement while living in Paris, I have been feeling the want to document my daily life while living in San Francisco. I've told myself that I will be content with these posts if they are half as witty as hers, and just as honest.

Being that my favorite television character is Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City, I feel that I owe it to both of them and myself to feed into this weird release I get from documenting my thoughts. I also like to think that my life isn't that boring.

So here goes nothing:

This morning began with me being able to ease into the Wednesday ahead of me. With a lot of schedule flexibility offered by my current internship, I slipped over to the kitchen in heart patterned cotton panties and a favorite white t-shirt of mine from my trip to Paris last summer. I like the tag on the back inside seam that looks like a French flag; it is a secret delight I have in wearing it. I then proceeded to make a delicious swiss and tomato omelette with a bagel on the side. Sprinkling in salt, pepper, and a touch of milk, it makes for the perfect morning pick-me-up. And of course, no coffee. Don't need none of that poop water in my life. But rather was wishing I had taken the time to buy extra orange juice last time I was at the market.

Today is my Mom's birthday, and she is my favorite person in the world. She gave me my curly hair and my ability to shake off shitty things. And love unconditionally. And laugh at myself. I was very happy to give her a phone call of praises.

I left the house today wearing a striped tee with ruffled shoulders and dark navy blue pants with a skinny black belt. And my sparkly sandals. Aim of the day: simple Parisienne with a touch of bling. Natural hair, and no makeup. Ready for the day.

Embarrassing moment of the day: went to the nearest Wells Fargo to set up a savings account and begin my slow trudge towards adulthood, and in the midst of my stiff jokes with the bank teller realized that I had .50 cents in my bank account. Like I said, slow trudge.

While out and about for work today, had lunch at a lovely French cafe in Redwood City. Cafe de La Tartine. My mocha was a bit too chocolatey, but my 12 dollar sandwich rocked my world. It was prosciutto and swiss on a baguette. Mmm Mmm Mmmmmmm. Can you tell I have a thing for French things? I know I'm basic.

Throughout today, I was looking forward to the fact that I was spending the end of my day in the city with my current boyfriend, Mr. Parker. He is tall and handsome and intelligent and kind. I am, however, feeling slightly distressed about the fact that we may be entering a period of long distance in the Fall due to his choice of attending a very well-deserved and notable coding program here in San Francisco as I return to school in Los Angeles. But that's another post for another many days I'm sure lol (nervous silent laugh).

On the way to the city, I was looking forward to allowing myself to smoke one cigarette while stuck in anticipated traffic. To my dismay, my lighter was out of lighter fluid (ugh). But probably just unknowingly saved myself from lung cancer. So there's that !
I'll smoke two tonight to reward myself for my patience. ;-)

We spent our night with a picnic on Bernal Heights, and although it was classic San Francisco foggy and I had to clumsily climb up the dirt hillside in friction-less sandals, Mr. Parker held my hand and brought a bottle of wine, and some spliffs so it was perfection. At one point, we were both laughing so hard that we couldn't stop laughing to ask the other what they were laughing at. Mr. Parker fits me well: "like a puzzle piece" we always say. My inner feminist cringes because I'm not missing a puzzle piece, but my bigger inner romantic loves the cheesy phrases we exchange.

All in all, it was a great Wednesday. Thanks for reading.

Cafe de La Tartine
830 Middlefield Rd
Redwood City, CA 94063