Number 13.

I realise I tend to blog in spurts - not at all for a few day, then a bunch in one night, then not at all for a few days... yeah. I've decided I'm actually going to take the time to write about each "happy thing" that I re-experience before I cross it out.

This link will take you to my list-in-progress.

6 - the smell of rain:
Getting off the plane in Bellingham after flying out of San Francisco... well, it was heartbreaking. Neither of us were ready to be back, at all... but stepping off the plane, into the grey day and the rain... I inhaled, and for a minute was happy to be back. Rain smells different up here... in San Francisco, it didn't smell like rain does in Seattle, or Vancouver - home. So despite the heartbreak and the heaviness of the silence between us that said so much... the smell of rain comforted me. It welcomed me back.

19 - lowercase letters and proper punctuation:
Obviously I've been wavering between that and proper capitalisation throughout this blog. I just like how it looks, especially when it comes to lists or surveys. Proper punctuation is ALWAYS a must.

20 - the feeling of wheels leaving the ground at liftoff.
Jess was so nervous when we were flying down... but I couldn't wait for the moment. My whole body tenses and I lift up from the seat a little, as if I'm trying to lift the plane with my body... and the tension peaks just as they lift off... that moment when you don't know if you're airborne or if you'll fall back to the earth. And then we're in flight, and the tension dissolves and I am so, utterly at peace.

21 - the feeling in your stomach when you drive over a hill, and your stomach drops:
Just last night, heading to the store at midnight, we sped over a hill... and despite the fact that my heart was aching, for a moment a grin broke over my face, and I wanted to laugh like a child and yell "wheeeeeee..."

28 - flirting with someone who flirts back:
... he put his arm around me as we walked to the store, because I wasn't wearing a jacket and it was nighttime, and I laughed and said that I knew he'd keep me warm, so why bother with the jacket? And then he leant towards me as we stood in front of the ice cream cooler and kissing him just seemed like the natural thing to do, so I did. It was so... soft, and quick, and casual, and we left and he put his arm around me, and I had no idea where the night would take us and I don't think I was even thinking about it. The whole thing seems surreal in hindsight. But it was good.

31 - the climactic crescendo in a peace of music:
I'm listening to this video, and the moment right before it leads into Viva la Vida is magical.

38 - European accents:
British. He was British. Our boys were British... and god... the way he said "little". Li'l. Our kid. Li'l bruvver. Fuck, he said something about taking advantage of me in my "li'l black skirt", and I was too tired to realise what he was saying at the time, but if I had been coherent, I swear to god that would have done it for me.
"Oh, this skirt? The one I'm currently removing? Right."

57 - lists:
Rather obvious, I think

59 - friends whom you can call at two in the morning without hesitation and know that they won't mind:
Like the friend who called me in tears at one am just to say she missed him... I could call her any hour of the day, and she'd be there. <3<3<3


... and I'm going to leave the last few for now, because I am so done for the night.