Lately I've been taking long strolls through my memories and see what I can find. One memory that often stands out is the memory of a certain period of time in Ohio. For about one year, I lived the existance I always envied in the movies. Three times a week, a very dear friend and I would work out to Jane Fonda in her dorm room. Once a week, I took piano at Wittenburg University. Once a month, the same friend, as well as another, would head out to the local hippy village, where we would take in some sort of indy or foreign film at their little theater, and the rule was no matter WHAT it was, we would watch it (this was a very small theater that only played one movie at a time). After the movie, we would settle down in a little cafe nearby and chatter over our hot chocolates and cappuccinos. Oh how I miss those days. It really felt like a scene from a movie, that scene that always made you feel a little artsy and a little worldly and a little like there was some poet or writer just waiting to burst out of you wearing a beret and spouting out words like 'pulchritudinous' and 'mockeries' and 'trite agenda'. I long for those days again. Yet I find myself wanting to add a new chapter and completely unsure how. I want to be domestic. I want to have a wonderfully artsy house where hubby and I would cook side by side, each contributing our own to the meal. I want to throw small dinner parties where people are actually invited and aren't just coming over for a television show or movie, the kind where people who are invited bring a bottle of wine, not a bottle of beer. Or perhaps I could do the insane and make dinner for the hubby. I haven't yet figured it out, but I have something domestic just waiting to burst out of me like some foreign, alien creature. Who knows, maybe this weekend will be the weekend when I impress the people that believe in me the least. And if not, well then I will just kick back, pop one of the wonderful truffles I plan on making in my mouth, sip some wine and read one of my highly-anticipated books. That sounds just as delightful to me!