adventures of mascarah.
I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.
Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.
A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.
If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com
A time when I personally charge myself to not be caught up in the “things” that usually seem to fill my life. A time when I remember to truly give thanks, something I could certainly do more often. A time when I remember that when the first (2?) Thanksgivings happened back in Plymouth & Berkley Plantation, thousands of Native Americans were dead courtesy of the new arrival of those who would become “Americans.” A time when I remember to be thankful for those who died (and continue to die) so I can live to eat too much turkey. A time when I indulge in too much food, enough laughter to fill my heart with love, and never enough gratitude. A time when I am so thankful for simply being here that I can’t imagine being anything other than grateful. A time when I can’t believe that others moan about “boring” times spent with loved ones, I so wish I were with all of mine now, how could anyone take that for granted? A time when I wish all my loved ones were still here. A day just like any other where I live to make sure the next one is even better.
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