This is a different kind of posting. I didn't go anywhere exceptional for dinner tonight, I didn't order anything amazing. I am not even having a cocktail. (Shocking, but true)
Tonight I made my first dinner in my new apartment. Now I've eaten in the apartment but it's been take out. But tonight I cooked (kind of...). I made myself a little quesadilla and then heated up leftover yummy eggbake goodness from my friend Liz's Easter Brunch. This wasn't a life changing meal and required a very little prep. I pulled out my pan and grabbed my utensils and my plates that I have hardly seen since Fall 2007 and was excited to see all my things. Finally, after living "temporarily" in someone else's space for the last two years I had my stuff around me. I know it's just "stuff" and "stuff" isn't important in the grand scheme of things (I'll take my Birch D girls any day over my dishes) but there is something comforting about the familiar. These are the things that helped make my home mine. I don't know how to explain it. It sounds dumb and frivolous. All I can say is that when I served my little meal on my plate and sat on my couch a stupid little smile spread across my face.
Happy Freakin' Easter, Everyone.
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