“You’re scared of the way I make you feel, because you don’t want to feel anything”
I left her,
Because I thought she could do better.
And now we’re apart,
Apart from each other’s arms.
What if I should have been
Better for her.
Food is my religion
I have honestly asked myself a couple times if I should become a food blogger because of how obsessed with food I am… can’t stop talking about it, can’t stop taking pictures of my meals and sharing them;
Which is such a strange behavior if I think about it, but it’s so satisfying on a personal level, I can’t even explain it. So here we go again…
I went to Pouchkine for macarons and an iced cream coffee, so tasty. Another day to Noglu for a gluten free breakfast, which was nice – but my favorite bakery remains Chambelland, they make by far the most delicious sweets, pies & pastries. Also had a beautiful dinner at Miznon, an Israeli restaurant with my boyfriend.
If I had a life motto, it would be just that…
I keep seeing posts online of people being so excited about the next thing in their lives… they can’t wait for what happens next, and most of what they seem to be doing is wishing to be already then, but once it’s happening, it’s a blur because they’re still thinking about whatever happens after that…
It’s kind of exhausting and sad, in my opinion. There’s so many awesome moments that they’re not fully enjoying, and it’s like – just stop, because it’s worth it. I practice comfort & pleasure. I dwell in the little precious moments, and I love just being in the present. It makes me feel empowered and relaxed. There’s a beautiful inner happiness from doing that, so I encourage you to try it as well.
My boyfriend and I went to this amazing Israeli restaurant in Paris, named “Shouk” the food there is extravagantly tasty. In appearance simple, it’s actually elaborated in savor, a good cuisine that fills you up pretty neatly. Then we had coffee at “Craft”, cute spot.
Who would have thought LA was so cold in March…
After crossing an entire ocean, and a continent… we finally arrived in beautiful, sunny Los Angeles. Where it was freakishly cold. Or were we too sleep-deprived to feel any warmth, I don’t know.
What I do know is that :
– There were no Uber answering from LAX, thanks to their slow wifi.
– I had forgotten to refill my T-Mobile account so I couldn’t use data to move away from the airport and eventually get an Uber to drive us home.
– That we didn’t have any change for at least taking a bus away from LAX, because we hadn’t thought this through…
– We did finally find an ATM and someone who accepted to change a 10$ bill.
– Somehow we managed to miss our bus, so we had to wait almost an hour for the next one…
– Finally, after 15hours or more of crazy travel, we were home-ish… except the apartment I used to stay at, was now the house next door. We didn’t even have the right address, oh well.
After those insanities, we decided sleep would be our best ally – the next morning was a total breakfast binge at Denny’s ! Welcome to America !