Saturday in the Suburbs

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Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend so far! I spent my Saturday in New Jersey for my sister’s graduation party. I caught up with some friends and family, ate some good food (um, these cupcakes, from a local shop, were insanely good—even the cake part!), and I also stopped by my old harp teacher’s house to, um, pick up my old harp.

I don’t know if I ever mentioned that one to you guys…I played the harp for many years as a kid and had really been missing it since coming back to NYC (it didn’t make sense to lug a harp up to college in Boston, you know?).

As if I didn’t already have enough going on…that harp-sized void needed to be filled, and after two years of stalling, I finally decided to do something about it. I can’t tell you how happy it made me to be sitting there today plucking those damn strings again (I was so excited, I forgot I was still wearing a silly apron). For some reason, this is the instrument that’s always made the most sense to me. I feel really lucky that through a weird turn of events, I was able to get to reconnect with the same harp I’d learned on. The universe has a funny way…

3 thoughts on “Saturday in the Suburbs

    Jenn said:
    August 22, 2010 at 5:51 pm

    This makes my heart smile. So happy you and your harp are reunited!

    Karen said:
    August 24, 2010 at 2:25 pm

    Awesome that you “found” your harp! I missed you all.

    Ciao, 2010 | Keeping It Real Food said:
    December 31, 2010 at 11:23 pm

    […] worked my ass off in school. An injury inspired me to take up pilates again and try dance classes. I got a harp. I also started a new job and said good-bye to an old one. I tried out a lot of new recipes too, […]

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