I'm moving in two weeks. To lovely new place in a historic hood with charm gah-lore, hardwood floors and a 2nd floor balcony overlooking a pretty street. This means I've been rummaging through my things, packing up the sentimental items...throwing out trash from ex-boyfriends, you know the drill. Oh, and rediscovering buried treasure.
Treasure like this shirt. With the tags still on...and you know how I love a tag. Shut up, shut up, shut up! Yeah, it's a little hippie-dippie-trippy, what with the baggy sleeves and all...but I'm a sucker for romantic, flowy clothing, so it was rescued from the "hand-me-down" pile and worn to an outdoor concert last night. You know how some clothes just wear easily? No bunching, wrinkling or constant adjustments needed? This was it.
After the gorgeous sunset concert, I was missing Gabriel, feeling down about my bod + a little lonely at the thought of returning to my emptying apartment. So I stopped at the grocery store, picked up white tulips and attempted to willpower my way past the ice cream aisle, but was interrupted by a fellow shopper:
"Excuse me, miss?"
I turned around to find a mother on her cell phone, looking up at me from her shopping cart.
"I just thought you should know that you look very beautiful," she smiled at me.
Well, melt my heart. Sometimes, in my big ol' dreams of living in Europe or a sprawling city full of opportunities, I forget the benefits of living in a smallish town...where people care enough to be super kind, even in the ice cream aisle. It was a good reminder that I should be more generous with words and actions of kindness to strangers. I suppose you never know how a second of your time might brighten another's day.
Oh, and by the way: I caved and bought ice cream. Some things will never change.