we didn't know at the time, or even when I originally wrote this, but we lost someone very dear on this day. A lot of hard feelings arose from it: feeling selfish we took times, guilt we didn't reach or visit when we could, deep regret we spent their last moments enjoying ourselves as best we could. but this person knew we loved them, and they loved that we loved each other. they wouldn't have wanted us to mourn with their living form any longer than we had, I'm sure. He was a vibrant individual, overflowing energy and pride. the last thing he would have wanted was for us to regret not being with his frail, failing state self when we were enjoying things in which he also found life. these memories are about finding small joys in life, even when it all feels like it's falling apart: and also for heber.
a lovely saturday from last week. we try our best to savor these moments-- of adventure, with each other. we're so young and already in our monotonous grind. it's a grind made to be unrefined and sometimes broken.
we decided on a trip to williamsport, pa for the day. This small, quaint city sits about forty-five minutes northwest of us. It offers a little tease of city life for us backwood folk. It only houses 30,000, but that's sixty times the five hundred souls in my town.
a good of start as any, with coffee! weak for adorable mugs, overt positivity, and floral patterns, I'm more than certain this mug was made for me. The current favorite in my collection, and the words echo volumes on days like these. The weather was cloudy and quite down the short ride ride, a physical and emotional fog that lingered all day. only brightened with bursts of energetic sing-a-longs and reading of nat geo world cup coverage.
all the activities that make a small city trip great: soft paint jobs, harsh architecture, everything's a dollar rummage stores, tiny but seemingly endless book stores(seriously, my town doesn't even have one anymore!), and highly underrated east asian food
like any couple with sometimes varrying interests, I left pork in an antique store and I found alabaster coffee roaster & tea company on pine. And I'm so glad I did! This place had the best touches: fresh flowers in winter, a large chalkboard wall, exposed brick, and fantastic french press. I popped in right as they were closing, so more shots of their interior were missed-- But more reason to go again, eh? coffee selection was impressive, with engaging descriptions of each roast and its origins. I went with colombian los naranjos through a french press, which is a roast of their own! excitedly, I received my french press with timer and a mug. my nine minutes were up, and I thoroughly enjoyed the hearty, dark flavor with a soft and almost sweet follow. And of course after lingering in the cold most of the day, I felt the caffeine instantly. A wonderfully warm end to my day.
Why is this not suitable for your Tumblr? It's not that I check Tumblr that often, but when I see something new of yours, I go back and see the rest (I spent 30 min going back like 15 pages seeing all the stuff I haven't already). I am all for more of your pictures, because I absolutely love them, but why do you need another place to post this? Is it because you just have a certain type of content those on Tumblr have come to expect?
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