Today was supposed to be a day of errands and getting my life together (planning my move out of my apartment back in SoCal, etc.), particularly because yesterday was already a full day of fun, which included olympic lifting in the morning at my friend’s gym, going to the Corning Museum of Glass, working out at my second home, eating at the Greek Festival, then showing off my (barely there) salsa moves at Zona’s.
So after working out in the morning, I was supposed to get my adult on and take care of things, like getting Monstrosity‘s oil changed, do laundry, buy groceries, and figure out my situation back home.
But…how could I say no to this?
The answer is, I couldn’t. I at least managed to get Monstrosity’s oil changed but right after that…road trip!
There were a few people I could’ve called to come with me to downtown Corning, but I really just wanted to be alone and enjoy my own company. You know, have my own private party, if you will. And let me tell you, this party of one was off the hook!
Of course, I started my date with myself by consuming some deliciousness at Poppleton:
Afterwards, I just aimlessly walked down Market street and ended up at the Centerway Square.
Through the Centerway Square was the Centerway Bridge, which had this cool maze type of thing painted in the middle of the bridge. I, of course, followed the maze the first time I walked through and got to the other side in one try!
After I crossed the Centerway Bridge, I sat on a bench and just enjoyed the moment. I felt incredibly happy the whole day – it was such an amazing feeling.
(Don’t be fooled by the seemingly nonchalant pose and candid shot. This was a total selfie. #aintnoshame)
I sat there until the sun started to go down and my stomach told me it was time for food again. Apparently, pure happiness is not enough to sate my incredibly huge appetite. No matter, my friend had told me that The Cellar was a must-try, plus yummy food also makes me happy.
So there I was, enjoying my fine meal and lost in my own thoughts when a realization dawned on me. I thought that while my heart was set on the east coast, it was not set on Binghamton. But the truth is...I have fallen head over heels in love with upstate New York and Binghamton in particular because of the people, the beauty, and its surrounding areas.
I felt like Carrie in Sex and the City when she referred to NYC as her one great love.
I was engrossed in my newfound love, totally enamored by my surroundings, bursting with happiness over having some quality alone time, when I saw this on my phone:
I didn’t read the email (still haven’t, actually) because I didn’t want it to potentially ruin my day. You know, supposedly things happen for a reason and it happens when it happens because that’s the way it’s supposed to be and all…but sometimes I think the universe just likes being a jerk.
No matter, I was way too happy to let anything bring me down. Besides, God bless my parents for ingraining this in me, but I’m pretty good at finding the humor in situations, even less-than-pleasant ones. So while I could have chosen to let it get to me, throw me back into the crazy pit, and end up like this:
I instead chose to let the fact that homeboy is still thinking about me after all this time wash over me. Then I started singing this song instead:
Oh yeah…life is good. >;)