Choosing Figs | Neurotic as Hell | A Travel, Lifestyle, and Life List Blog

I remember pas de chat.

1. Only a couple hours after his death, I received this:
A MySpace request from Luciano Pavarotti.

A MySpace request from “Luciano Pavarotti.”

It’s good to know the dead have their priorities straight.

2. I’m back to wanting to call you every night. I restrain.


3. I forgot the term “Sauté.” It still doesn’t sound right.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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