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. 🙂