Yikes! Where has the writing gone? I'm still here, on the other side of the new year, and feeling more like reading than writing, which is not so good when you're trying to maintain a blog. I use the word maintain very, very loosely.
One thing I am sure of: when the writing starts flowing again, I'd like to be wearing these
Nonfiction Pumps from
modcloth:

Hello!
How many insoles does it take for a size 8 foot to fit into a size 10 shoe?
Shoes aside, the new year has introduced a new and more vigorous round of commuting on the ferry. I'm now spending my working days in Victoria, and ferrying back to Vancouver on the weekends. It's funny how easily I've fallen into the domestic life, now that I have a place of my own (well, shared with Thomas). Suddenly, there is nothing more important than how to make a good nuoc cham for supper, and to clean out the mysteries in the fridge. Sad, or just organized? I can't quite decide. But I do know I have food on the brain much much more, and am compiling all kinds of recipes to try out now that I don't have to worry about my parents hovering over my shoulder and backseat cooking as I attempt a recipe (this coming from a self-proclaimed backseat cook / driver). It's nice to have some space to stretch out and cook.
Fashion is Spinach has
a healthy list of resolutions for the new year, most of which are on my own mental to-do list: travel more, invite friends over more, more board games and wine and dinners, more photography, more smiling, more manners and being polite, more fruit, more water, more reading, more writing, less spending, more tap dancing, and being more creative in everything I do. That sounds about right.