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23 Things I would rather be doing on my 23rd birthday

Today is my birthday!  My first happy birthday text came from my mom on March 1st saying “Happy Birthmonth Baby!”.  And it really has been a whole month of celebration: my sister’s birthday is earlier in the month, and our parents are divorced so that equals an entire month of birthday celebrating!

Mondays aren’t that bad but I prefer to have my whole birthday free to do whatever I want.  Since I have classes and work and other responsibilities, I decided that I would list 23 things that I would rather be doing!  I love dreaming!

1.  Sleeping.  Until 10AM.

2.  Reading Mockingjay!

3.  Baking my own cake.  Sounds sad but I love baking!

4.  Going for a run

5.  Followed by a very long, hot shower

6.  Walking around downtown, looking ridiculously pretty: favorite outfit, hair blowing in the wind, etc.  (“Wow, it must be that girl’s birthday” people will say.  Obviously).

7.  Drawing in my sketchbook

8.  Finishing that painting I started… finishing any of the paintings I’ve started.

9.  Finding the Dolorean so I can fast forward to Friday:  dinner in Boston with the boy and Blue Man Group! (Best birthday present ever, SO EXCITED!).

10.  Skipping class with my sister.   I find it’s an instant mood-lifter.

11.  Eating breakfast for lunch, and maybe dinner too.

12.  Finding the weatherman to tell him something is wrong with the sun and he needs to fix it.  It’s my day.

13.  Getting a tan, once the sun is fixed.

14.  Revisiting that Jerry Uelsmann exhibit at the PEM (AMAZING!  Will blog more details later!)

15.  Making friends with people at the dog park.  I don’t have a dog so I always wondered if that would be okay.  I think today it is.

16.  Blogging.  All day.  There are so many pretty things to blog about!

17.  Painting my kitchen table.  It needs a face lift.

18.  Giving myself a manicure

19.  Getting a massage

20.  Drinking tea and making this DIY Destination Frame!  (Love maps!)

21.  Shopping

22.  Switching my major to art and minoring in creative writing at the art school downtown.

23.  Booking a flight, spontaneously (which I actually did last year! Jealous of 22 year old me.)

Who knows… the day’s just beginning.

Postcards for Papere

(Thank you to Halley :-) for giving me the answer!)

Almost exactly one year ago I made the craziest spontaneous decision: I was fed up with the monotony of my life. School, Work, Study. Bed. School. Work… I decided to drain my bank account and book a flight to Spain with my best friends for the coming July.  (I only have fun when I leave the country and I work hard while I’m here, why shouldn’t I?)

Summer came, July came, I finished vacation shopping, less than a week until departure, and then I got the phone call.  I was on lunch break at work.  Nana had had a terrible stroke, she was being violent toward the nurses out of confusion so they sedated her and moved her into Boston.  She might qualify for surgery when she wakes up.

However, when I was finally allowed to visit her, the reality of it was revealed to be less hopeful. Throughout my Nana’s stay my Papere was distraught, beside himself. But there was one moment of happiness, one enjoyable moment for him:  one day my Nana’s respiratory nurse came in, did his thing, said something to us that I can’t remember and then left the room.  My Papere looked at us, excited, and said, “Did you hear that!?”, “Hear what?” we asked.  “Did he have a French accent?”  And with that he was off in the hallway chasing the nurse.  “Parlez-vous Francais?” I heard him say “Oui” replied the nurse and they laughed and chattered away.

“You have to go” my aunts and uncles told me.  I knew I did, but the morning of my flight I knew what that would mean.  I almost didn’t leave her that day.  I spent the whole day with her, I took the 5:50 AM train into Boston and spent every second by her side, telling her about all the food I was going to eat, and all the pictures I was going to take for her.

When I came back my mom was at the airport.  She hadn’t been told when my flight was landing, I had a ride planned with my friend’s parents and then I would call her.  I knew something was up.  And then there was the emerald ring on my mom’s hand.  The ring that wasn’t hers.

We visited my Nana’s grave on our way home.  Seeing my Papere was the hardest, he was playing cribbage with my dad on the patio in the backyard.  Everyone cried.

After that I wanted to make sure my Papere still had good things to look forward to and fill his days.  One day during lunch with him I asked him if he liked speaking French or English better.  French was his first language so it must come more naturally, but he has only spoken English for so long because so few people in America speak French.  He said he enjoys speaking French but he doesn’t mind English because that’s what we all speak, his family.  That wasn’t a good enough answer so to gauge his thoughts a little better I asked it a little differently: “So when you dream, is it in French or English?”  And he laughed at me!  I was serious!  But it was great to see him laugh. (He didn’t know the answer, dreams can be hard to remember).

This led me to ask him about his travels, both with my Nana and without,  I asked if he had ever been to France: “No, but I would love to go! I’ve always meant to go!”

AHA!

And there it was.  I had to send my Papere to France.  But I had just spent all my money on Spain.  It had taken me two years to save up that much money. And I’m a college student…

That’s where YOU come in!

ANYONE living in, or visiting France: if you are willing to give me some of your time; give my Papere some of your time, send him a postcard!  Include a picture of something important to you and write your favorite thing about France.  Your favorite food, your favorite event, favorite person, thing to do, place to visit, etc.  (In French, if possible).

Realize that in doing this, you are spreading happiness in such a simple way!

If you would in any way be interested in participating in this act of love then please comment!  I’ll update you with a P.O. Box to send postcards to.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

xo Jenn