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first day of spring

today, march 21, is the first day of spring. a day for listening to sufjan stevens or the innocence mission. a day for getting free iced coffees at dunkin' donuts, or free italian ices at rita's. its a day for remembering that one thing that never ever changes is the fact that everything changes. a day for celebrating the coming warmth and life. a day for putting a picture of a tulip on your blog. a day for wearing something pastel. the first day of spring.

i spent the morning in new york city, checking out some mission trip locales in brooklyn for our senior high mission trip this summer. it was cool to experience a little bit of a wednesday morning in brooklyn, to eat lunch at a dominican restaurant, and to get a free iced coffee.

i love the city. i love the energy. i love the architecture. i love the smells. i love that there is garbage everywhere (you should know that i have a deep love of garbage. the other night jack looked up at one of my collages that we having hanging on the wall in our bedroom, and he pointed to it and said, "garbage!"). i love the busyness. i love the pace. i love the diversity. i love the sounds. i wouldn't want to live in the city forever, but i would love to live there for a couple of years. part of me would love to trade in my car for a subway pass.

but i would miss road trips. and silence. and spring in the suburbs, which is full of of dunkin' donuts and rita's. which reminds me that i need to go. i'll talk to you again on the second day of spring, when there aren't so many things that are free.

Comments

Peter said…
Man...I haven't been to a Dunkin Donuts in forever. The last time was in Your Least Favorite City, and that was over five years ago. They tore down the last one in Minneapolis about a year later. Sigh...
greg. said…
the fact that you don't have a dunkin' donuts in your area is a travesty, pete. i would march down to the local/county/state governments and begin lobbying immediately.

seriously.
Anonymous said…
Thanks Greg, reading your blog made me remember that we need to put out the garbage.
Peter said…
Or we could just move to the east coast, as we threaten to do almost yearly...
Emoly said…
I am so happy. I just found Love Spit Love's album on Itunes, in the Apple store. It has one of the best songs about change on it.

It's called "Change in the Weather" and one of my favorite lines is "the only thing you know is gonna stay the same is change".

I welcome Spring and all the changes that it brings.
mego said…
We enjoyed water ice and iced coffee - two things I only go get because they're free. Matt was bummed that they don't include a free donut in the deal. I am much happier on this second day of spring - no free food, but it's warm and sunny!

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