November. It was rainy. I discovered gluten has been causing my migraines for the last thirteen years. I explored the city. I read. I wrote five papers.
Café: Bauhaus, Capitol Hill. Didn’t enjoy it. It was a beautiful day outside, but inside it was muggy, loud and just plain snobby. Coffee didn’t do much for me either. Sad.
Restaurant: Ballet, Capitol Hill. Yeah, hi! Hole in the wall Vietnamese food? I’m game. This is some of the best fo I’ve had.
Thing: The Arboretum. I skiped school one Monday and Aurora and I headed to the Arboretum just in time to see the Japanese maples in all their glory. It was a peacefull day full of romps through the magical forest, dreams of someday retiring to a bench with a view of beauty and feeling a little at home admiring the plants of Aotearoa in the Pacific Circle Garden.
Books: Eats, Shoots and Leaves, Truss; Gluten Free Girl, Ahren; Imagining Ourselves; Sailing Alone Around the Room, Collins; Out of The Silent Planet, C. S. Lewis.
The End.
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