Calling New York

Little things make me happy. A certain song, some thing said from the heart, a specific smell, an online hug... little things make me smile.
The past year - the constant thought in my head is "I've grown up"
I guess after living with my parents for 21 years - it feels good to be away. To stand on my own to feet and not run to them with my tail between my legs as many predicted I would.

But coming back to what I started off with. Walking back from the grocery store, having people over for dinner tonight (pasta and vino)
Any way walking back with my arms full of groceries, listening to music, smiling to my self - I felt like the main character from a chick flick. Felt grown up.
And then a truck passes by - fumes spurting out and in the little cartoon stip in my head, I am now covered with soot.

Am not making sense. Difficult to explain. Any way almost end of the day. Yippee.... 12 people over for dinner. Cant wait (I am such a little hostess) followed by staff volleyball.
Adios

PS - the reason the post is titled Calling New York is I felt very new yorkish - refer to chick flick character.. ok me bluthering now.

PPS - its pouring with rain :D