dissolve, burst, rush

Do you know that feeling you get when your whole life seems to pump through your body all at once?  That overwhelming feeling of being right here but also everywhere else, and all those people, old friends, grandparents, that aunt that makes your favorite snack, your best high school friends, your mentors and soul-wrenching past loves, the regulars from the restaurant that always smiled and made the same jokes, every person who’s ever made you hold your breath, made you see God in cells, every bit of love that’s ever come from anyone.  All of it rushes at you and…

iranian, mexican, tegan and sara in the city

I’ve written before about how much I love Yerevan sometimes.  I was just in Yerevan again and experienced some old and new favorite things: Old: 1.  Even though it has only been open a couple of months, and even though I don’t even live in this city, the fact that I’ve eaten at Yerevan’s Taco Maco 9 times in a collective 7 days means this is already an old favorite.  And they’ve updated the menu to include a Grande Nacho.  GRANDE. NACHO. Six years ago, my first major travel experience (to New Zealand for two months) ended when I finally…

the crazies

I’m learning some things about myself: 1. Adopting a cat and naming her Sanity does not mean I will be more sane. On her first day at my home, I remember I was crawling into bed while she was still running desperately from bedroom to livingroom hoping we’d be staying up and playing more.  I looked over at her saying, “Listen, honey, one of us has to go to work tomorrow so I can put food on the table.” Lately I’ve taken to growling at her.  Growling.  This happens mostly around food.  Her previous owner fed her from straight from…

Screenshot of Christmas tree singing

christmas from 6,945 miles away

I was sitting in my room, knitting a hand warmer (out of necessity!) and watching the wedding episode of the Office, when my mother called.  She wanted to tell me about my sister, about how my mother and she decorated the Christmas tree this year, just the two of them, how my sister took the greatest care to arrange each and every ornament on the prickly limbs (even the ratty elementary school projects my mom was trying to hide by the chair).  My sister got a little miffed at my mom’s lackadaisical attitude towards the Christmas-afying, and my mother wasn’t…