The simple things

I know I’m not supposed to take things for granted. It’s terrible, yeah yeah, I’ve heard it. But seriously, it feels like yes, I can expect water to come out from the faucet when I turn it on. And that I have class on Monday mornings at the earliest time possible. (Some things that are a given aren’t as nice or essential as others. Dang.) When I applied for the University of Washington, I was confident that I would get in. So when the “big envelope” came (it was actually just a really stuffed regular-size envelope. How disappointing.), there was no confetti or big congratulatory party. It was just a given. As I’m nearing the end of my time as an undergrad however, I’m coming away with an appreciation for having such a strong, research-oriented university so close to home. The UW has given me a city-life close to my suburb home, and teachers who are truly proficient in their subject and use the textbook they wrote because it’s THE textbook to use, not for a shameless plug. I’ve also had the opportunity to run my own research experiment, and stay close to all of my high school friends. That’s rare. And having my close friends right there– that’s special. My closest friends in college were friends from high school, or even middle school. Definitely, being at such a large university expanded my network and I met tons of new people, but having a core of friends to fall back on, with whom I can dance silly to Dance Central, or talk about our insecurities and challenges with is necessary part of staying sane—I rely on having them. So to have that social support built right into my school, where I can grab coffee and chat in between classes makes me feel quite lucky. In hindsight, I’m so very glad I picked the “obvious-in” school.

I love Seattle’s high-rises. You can even see Mt.Rainier in the background!

Once I graduate from UW, I don’t know what I want to do. I may decide to stick around, or to move to a new city—Boston has been looking really nice lately. I do enjoy Seattle, though. I went up the Space Needle again for the first time in a while with a friend from Portland. While she ooh-ed and ahhh-ed over the mountains and the water, I pointed out the little neighborhoods, and the places I’ve connected to throughout the city over the past four years. That Seattle has come to feel more like home is also something that UW has given me. Seattle is beautiful. The view from the top of the Space Needle is spectacular—especially on the fabulously clear day we went on. Personally, my favorite view has been from a car, late at night or at dusk, driving south down I-5, with the downtown ascending skyline lit up and sparkly against a rouge background. If only I could get a panorama of that view. Such a simple thing. Thousands of people drive down I-5 at night. I hope they realize that such a mundane route home can be so beautiful.

I’m sorry I can’t show you a picture of what I see. I suppose it adds to its ephemeral beauty. It’s always the things that are ending that we appreciate the most. Luckily for me though, the sun will set again, and my college friends are still with me.

I made a lattice pumpkin pie to share with my friends at our first Friendsgiving yesterday night. You’ll have to excuse the blotchy egg wash on the lattice. I didn’t realize until afterwards that it’s not a good idea to try and brush egg wash on after the lattice was already made on the pie.

I was actually going to show you these candy corn cookies that I made for some friends for Halloween, but it seemed like the wrong holiday to be posting for. Whatever, I’m showing it anyway. I think they’re kind of cute.

I also forgot that the orange layer usually goes in the middle… oops

Candy Corn, all lined up, ready to bake! D’awwwwww


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