a fetish for sentimentality

it's that time of year.

the time when things are ending. when the world is committing that wintery suicide to make room for a whole new...life.

i am already really looking forward to the spring. not because i hate winter or because it's cold but because i am feeling really good about today and tomorrow and what's to come.

as far as winter goes: it's officially here. it's cold. snowy as fuck today. but i love it. i want to go for a million snowy walks in the middle of the night. i want to stay up nights wrapped in a million blankets drinking wine and playing scrabble. i wish we had a working fire place.

another thing that happens as the year comes to a close and the earth freezes over is that i start to get really sentimental about the year that has past.

it's been a pretty crazy year. i started to fall in love, my heart got sort of broken, i started a theatre company, so much good music, i've made good decisions about who to spend time with, good tattoos, good sex...etc.

and mostly importantly i have made and hung on to some really amazing friendships. i feel really blessed to have met the people i have met in the past year. i guess as we get older the need for pretense and bullshit just seems to lessen. so much of what i have experienced in the past year has been because of you. you know who you are! thanks!

xo michelle, trapped in a winter wonderland and loving every minute of it!