I occasionally find myself waiting for “the good part”.

When I watch movies that I know are mediocre, I’m always waiting for “the good part”.

When I order a dish at a restaurant that sounded good on the menu doesn’t look all that appealing when it hits the table, I always keep eating bite after bite hoping to get to “the good part”.

As I wade through the murky waters that make up my 20-something existence, I’m waiting til I get to “the good part”.

But something struck me.   This is the good part.

Check it out:

Gorgeous art smack dab in the middle of the city.

Not to mention shady parks.

What’s that?  A rockin’ beach .5 miles from my apartment??  No argument here!

A feta, spinach and egg breakfast sandwich on a sesame bagel alongside home fries and a big ol’ chunk of watermelon from Meli Cafe.  Oh, ok, twist my arm. 😉

Cheese makes me happy.

So do carbs.

Mascarpone stuffed french toast with strawberries for the table to share- just for kicks.

Oh, and a shout out to the awesome staff at Erie Cafe for making the boyfriend and me feel like VIP’s last night.  Hi, EJ!

Life’s pretty good.

I just needed to remind myself of that. 🙂