I’ve had it up to here with winter birthdays. I wasn’t expecting much for my first at home in three years, but I never expected to find myself at the doctor’s that very night – thankfully I didn’t have anything much planned.
Seriously. I might start marking the occasion on January 6 instead. Or something.
This June was the warmest on record in years but I find that frankly unbelievable. Every year winter feels colder and longer, and so far this one has been bloody tough for me. After all, we followed summer around the world last year, and now we’re back in a crappy freezing Auckland rental – any single-digit temperature mornings are one too many in my books.
Being sick also means I haven’t been able to give my present (new running shoes) a whirl yet, so I’m pretty grumpy.
Upside of being sick: lots of meaty reads for you.
This week’s links
I adored Femme Frugality’s guest post on Musical Poem about travel stirring the soul
And Leslie’s piece on her difficult first year in NYC
What it’s like to teach English in Japan (through the JET programme for NZers)
7 signs you haven’t travelled enough, via World of Wanderlust
Jordann asks: what are your inescapable self-truths? (I have oh-so-many)
10 things our generation will be the last to see, courtesy of Young Adult Money (also: taping songs off the radio!)
Ahh New York. I love you so, grimy subways and all, and wish we had public transport a 10th as good as yours
More and more Americans are embracing extended travel, apparently
So you got the job – now what? Via Life, Etc
I’ve been trying to keep up with the Hobby Lobby stuff in the US (and failing) but reading lots of good stuff in the process – like this Forbes piece on how insurance is for insuring against calamities and how the US lost sight of that, and the Daily Beast on how the Supreme Court has been skewing pro-gay, anti-women
How an arranged marriage evolved into honest-to-goodness love, recounted hilariously: “When you’ve grown up with the idea that Indian love leads to a rational, calm, reliable marriage and American love leads to a passionate, fragile marriage, then the fact that your Indian parents have fallen in American love is not good.”
Finally, appreciated Indra Nooyi’s honesty the other week when interviewed by The Atlantic: “We pretend we have it all. We pretend we can have it all. My husband and I have been married for 34 years. And we have two daughters. And every day you have to make a decision about whether you are going to be a wife or a mother, in fact many times during the day you have to make those decisions.”