Not a fan of January

The holidays have come and gone...my 2 weeks in the States went by as fast as ever, though leaving me with such a good feeling. New Year's eve in Paris, then my last 2 weeks of class...to finish my first semester. And yet here I am, mid-January, and wanting sunshine, a beach, another trip, time with my grandma, a fireplace, a night out with Leah....something. I shy away from anything too sad sounding on this blog...but Jenna Sims-Gray is my role model of honesty...and so I am choosing to just put it out there. She says that's what blogs are for anyhow. Besides...no life is roses all the time! The low moaning of something missing, something not quite being attained. And I ask myself if it's the season (maybe I am looking for roses!), the time of year, too much time indoors...and all the much harder questions going way beyond the weather. The January-February funk (good term, mom!). I need spring. I just bought a comfy chair that's being delivered to my apt. tomorrow....a 1930s refurbished leather beauty...old and worn and full of character and experience well beyond my years. I've been thinking about one--and looked at them at the flea market--for nearly a year. This was the time I needed to buy it. So tomorrow night I will be cuddled in my chair...with the book I'm reading...hoping that little by little the funk will fade with each espresso and candle lit. A good laugh, Tewfik's arms, a nice meal, a fun night in the café. But in the meantime...until spring inspires, here are some photos from the past month of so!