On love and bums

Tomorrow my sissy and I have tickets to see the musical Once, which holds a special little place in my heart, not only because my lovely American friend Emily {shameless plug - check out her fantastic travel blog!} and I first saw it in London two(?!) years ago, but also for its best-known song, Falling Slowly.

Original score by Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová:


...and my personal favorite remake by The Frames:

 


A simple love story...is that not how we romanticize love to be? Simple and at face value, yet it's always complicated with life and circumstances, no matter how steadfast the relationship. Life tests us, sometimes to our limits.

I have fallen in love {and out}, experienced unrequited love, and been loved without loving in return, yet still admit, I don't know how to put into words, those warm, fuzzy feelings, yeah them chills, {Eminem reference, y'all} nor pretend to be an expert. It's hard sometimes to pinpoint what exactly makes one love another...I think it's love when it's not one precise trait or action, but a conglomerate of the essence of their being.

As my buddies in Drop Out Julian sing: Love's not a word, it's a feeling.

I do know that if it's worth it and feels right, you'll do what it takes to make it work, whether you're a 6 minute drive away or halfway across the world. Finding ways to stay connected is crucial because if you love someone, in a romantic or friendly or family way, you'll put forth the effort because you want to, not because you feel obligated.

Becoming all too aware of how closed up I had been in the past and how miscommunication or merely lack thereof, can have dire consequences...which leads to reflection, and lends itself nicely for a blog post ;)

So tell your loved ones and friends that you love them as often as you can, and in multiple languages if you so desire!

Being the polyglot that I am, I went a little ga-ga when i came across this...

Happy notes: I'm happy and feel loved.

And bums:

New body suit from Meowingtons
{more pictures of this wonderful piece later}

My bum is improving, despite being a lazy bum on the exercise. Me-ow

Cleaning the apartment and running around a hospital like a badass boss counts as exercise, right, no?