02. year of the falafel.

i had to work yesterday, and so missed enjoyed the bizarre 65 degree january weather.

but it was still nice out when i went to eat with my housemates emily and will for dinner.

amsterdam falafel: a splendid way to start the year right (also featured on the washington post's "40 dishes every washingtonian must try," one of the few vegetarian options on the list)

the tables had convenient holes built right in:

we sat by an open window and watched people debate whether they could resist the smell of fried things spilling out onto the sidewalk. 

then we stopped for cupcakes to take home and ate them while watching the simon & garfunkel episode of flight of the conchords. 

i was still full this morning.

01. you say it's your birthday.

welcome back. i fell out of posting about the year 2-6 after returning from mongolia. i'm also bad at keeping in touch with people on a regular basis, so this might help.
a lot of changes since last january 7th: a new job, new state, new home, new $15 eyeglasses.
as my friend robin wrote in the card she sent me, this is my first full year as a "real" adult (the card had bananas on it, so it's pretty authoritative).
 it's strange, i very sincerely thought i was never going to find anything i liked doing, that i would spend my life in jobs that i hated, being generally unhappy for roughly 40 hours per week. i don't know why working in a library didn't occur to me until after i was already done with college, but i'm glad to have found it and am so grateful to have the job i do now. it may be far away from most people i know, but it sure feels like the right place for this moment, for this twenty-seventh year.

but i still wish we were all having cake together tonight.