February is such a dreadful month; winter is in full swing and this year has been especially awful with the unrelenting, record-breaking low temperatures. I’m counting down the days until we get 8pm sunsets again and going outside won’t require a 3-minute bundling-up routine. To combat my annual mid-winter blues, I agreed to take on the 100 Happy Days Challenge with my dear friend, Jessica. If you recall my new year resolution blog post, I set a resolution this year to stay positive and be grateful. My action plan was to exchange Sunday gratitudes with my motivation buddy, Haruka. That’s still going (yay us, Haruka!), but now I’m stepping up the game and taking on this new task. The 100 Happy Days Challenge (which really shouldn’t be a challenge at all) entails taking a photo daily of a happy moment and sharing it. It’s a good reminder that there is always something to be happy about, some days more than others, but always. Follow my 100 days @tgiloree on Instagram!
Today was Day 1. I happened upon this West Elm blog about La Colombe coffee, which every West Elm market serves. I’ve always been a fan of their coffee and frequent their Soho and Noho branches. A moment of curiosity about where they got their start brought me to their website and locations page. There it was: “DC”. I couldn’t believe my ignorance of there being a branch in DC and was convinced it was opened just recently (which I later confirmed with the barista; it only opened three weeks ago). To add a giant cherry on top, it’s only a few blocks away from my apartment. So I went to check it out right away before heading to work this morning. I couldn’t find it at first and almost thought they were lying and it actually wasn’t there (I tend to develop doubts in my head when things are too good to be true). But I found it eventually down an alley way in the middle of the block in a renovated brick building. I was beaming as I approached and walked in; it felt like a little piece of home was planted near me in DC. That was my happy moment of the day, followed by blissful sipping of a yummy cup of coffee.
On a different note, my dog, Keiko, turned three on Tuesday! In dog years, that’s equivalent to turning 21. I would get her doggie beer (yes, there’s such a thing), but she dislikes it (like a proper lady), so instead, I got her a rotisserie chicken. I had to sit there and monitor her feast to make sure she doesn’t eat all of it and throw up after. Happy Birthday, my little buttercup!
I was skeptical, as usual. This book gained popularity so fast and was showered with accolades. I picked up the book expecting it to be yet another memoir of someone trying to cope with hardships and self-discover by indulging in travels (yes, I was not a fan of Eat, Pray, Love – think me crazy, but I personally wouldn’t call deciding to go eat delicious food and spend a year in Italy, India, and Bali, Indonesia, a “tough decision to make”). In a way, it is, but fifty pages into the book, I realize I was approaching it all wrong. I shouldn’t be seeking out what makes Cheryl’s experience so outstanding and different from any other person’s to make it worth its praise. Instead, I started to see how her experience is one that people can relate to, without having been in exactly the same situation. The author gives an engrossing account of her journey up the Pacific Crest Trail, while weaving in stories of her struggles with the loss of her mother and the unraveling of all the close relationships in her life, which led to her decision to pack her bags and go on this hike to experience a different kind of struggle. She talks of fear of the unknown, finding excuses to get out of things we committed ourselves to, death and loss, failure to do what we know to be right despite ourselves, and learning to find comfort in solitude; these are all themes that people can relate to.
The story was also just brilliantly written, thoroughly entertaining and full of wit and surprising candor. One of my many favorite parts is her description of her strapping on her fully packed backpack, which she later named Monster, for the first few times. It was so vividly and comically described; you can just picture her rolling around struggling to stand up with the backpack on her back and not wanting to put it down every time someone suggests it lest she must face the onerous task of picking it off the ground again. It might not sound like anything here, but read it, and you’ll see what I mean.
While most of the U.S. was experiencing record-breaking cold weather, California was sunny as can be. They are, however, also experiencing a climate abnormality, a drought. So not only are they enjoying 60-degree days, they have to cope with clear sunny skies every day.
This is my second time in the Bay Area and I got to see so much more of it, thanks to my dear friend Luisa, whom we were visiting. As a proud San Franciscan (like every San Franciscan I know, literally), she made sure we experienced as much of the city and the surrounding areas as possible in 5 days. We love a good balance of the outdoors (kayaked in the bay in Sausalito, walked through Muir Woods, hiked along the Pacific to Land’s End) and of life in a beautiful and lively city (had amazing brunches, hung out in the rad Mission District, toured the city like real tourists). The diversity and endless number of things to do and the all-around pleasantness of the people, who all seem to be so happy and content living there, make it truly one of the most enjoyable cities to visit.
Click here to see my photo journal of the trip.
On our last day, the Northeast welcomed us back with more snow and below freezing weather, which made it extra hard to leave. Already daydreaming and planning my next trip to the west coast…