As I was lying in bed this morning a thought occurred to me -- there's really no reason why I can't do what David Lebovitz has done, namely, move to a new country, pay attention to what's going on around you, and write about it. Of course, it helps if you happen to be a pastry chef with several cookbooks under your belt and are living in the country that defined the pastry, but it's not an entirely complicated concept.
I could do this. I'd like start living a little more intentionally, not just floating through days but really appreciating what's going on around me. This morning, I happened to be particularly grateful that it was drizzling, because despite my overall lack of sleep, there wasn't a throng of people with dogs and children standing outside on the corner at the Buttery, their barks, cries, and conversations keeping me even more awake on a Sunday morning. It's time to start counting the little things.
To that end, maybe I don't have to go to a foreign country. Of course, I'd love to (An American in Liguria wouldn't be a bad blog concept...), but really, can't I be an American in... America? Who knows what I'll be doing a year from now, but at least I'll have paid attention to the changing landscape.
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