daily things

There are some things I do, daily, like the rest of humanity - roll over and hit the snooze button, brush my teeth, breathe.

Recently I've drunk lots of coffee and tea, with milk, thanks. There's one particular mug that my brother and I both like to run out the door with, and though we don't fight over it, it rarely sits in the cabinet. Large enough to have a handle I don't have to jam my fingers through, interesting and detalied enough design to be an aesthetic delight, pale gray-blue and brown enough to be a respectable mug, stable enough not to tip over in the car. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure it's home in the dishwasher as I type.

I've been eating breakfast in the car, since I often ride to work with my mom and manage to be running behind schedule. Yesterday, to my chagrin, I left my plate of toast on top of the car. It shattered beatifully on the pavement as we crossed the railroad tracks in front of our house. Oh, to be a morning person, with a head on my shoulders before noon.

Our huge fluffy orange cat, Micawber (fom Dickens' David Copperfield), has gotten used to me being home again, and is constantly underfoot, meowing. I know he just wants some love and attention, but what's a girl to do when she notices a direct correlation between amount of time spent petting the cat and number of kleenexes hitting the trashcan?

welcome to my blog

Larissa - well, that's me. And, like many blogs, this one is for people who know me or are interested in knowing what I'm doing/thinking/reading/eating - whether you know me or not. (And yes, I will blog about food. Likely, more often than I blog about thoughts. Hmm. My blogging habits, or lack thereof, may be in some need of adjustment.) Larissa also happens to be a city in Greece near Mount Olympus and one of the seven moons of Neptune, in case you were curious.

In the city - that's where I'll be. I love cities because I love being with people. Not that being smashed up against someone on the Subway is deeply communal - there's just something about the energy and bustle, the proximity and populous of cities that draws me in and holds me fascinated. (I spent a month in New York and came up with the blog title.) I've spent bits of time in Berlin, Germany, and I'm going back, this time to live: to share the love of God in Jesus, to teach English, to be a friend and encouragement, to be part of a complex and vibrant city.