I’m waiting to get copies of photos from Mom and Dad’s beautiful wedding before I post about it. And I’d like to take some time to think about all the things that have happened over the past week. June has given me a lot of hard conversations with people I love, a lot of emotional struggle and realizations. I’m still processing what it all means, still trying to make the things I know in my mind and heart to match with what I do and how I want my life to look when I return to the city for my fourth year at university.

In the meantime, here are seven things I love— like, really love— via Jade Park.

• How I feel as I write a poem that wants to be written. This is when it’s easy, when the poem flies through me saying, I’m here, I want to be here, and I don’t have to ask Can you say that differently or Can you give me more, only yes, I’ve got you down, thank you.
• Reading through Twitter and Google Reader over crunchy cereal and chilly milk when I wake up. At noon.
• Babies and kids who smile easily, and/or have very curious expressions. I see these kids at the store, or at restaurants, and I feel happy for them and their new experiences. I mention the ones with curious expressions because with some of them, I get the feeling they’ll grow up to be artists and nerds.
• Like JP, I love fingers running through my hair. But I also love fingers massaging my scalp. These two together put me into the warmest, most comfortable sleep.
• I love the feeling when anticipation pays off. When something I’ve waited for turns out just as good or even better than I thought it would be. This applies to pretty much everything— sitting in the car on the way to a restaurant or waiting in line for a midnight show are fun experiences for me by themselves because I enjoy sharing excitement with friends. And when we finally eat those amazing waffles or walk out of Star Trek completely mindblown, I just love my life.
• Beds. I thought I loved them before, but only by couch surfing for the past two months have I discovered that my love for an inanimate object could actually intensify. Cannot tell you how good it feels to curl up on a surface that is more than a foot and half across and not lumpy.
• San Francisco. Always San Francisco.

Wait, there’s more! Because there’s always more.

Eating ripe, cold mangoes with a knife and my bare hands. Dungeness crab and hot rice on tables covered with newspaper. Suede boots. Warm laundry. The smell and taste of fresh baked anything. The perfect song at the perfect time to dance. Going on a picnic when it’s sunny with a little breeze, eating some cheese and bread, then lying on a blanket with my bare feet in the grass or sand while reading (picnic on the beach). Tulips. Concerts where everyone in the audience sings along. Fuck-you shoes. The joy of reading things that make me go, ‘Holy shit. How did they do that?’ Chocolate. Chamomile and mint sleeping tea. Watching DVDs in my pajamas. Those moments when I realize I’m pretty. Arroz a la Cubana components all wrapped in a banana leaf. Bright colored bracelets (a la my photo on the left). Crossing off cult classic or cinema nerd movies off my “To Watch” list (bonus if I actually like the flick). Waterfalls. Bonding time with my ipod on public transportation. Cheering people up. Napping. The world as seen from inside a car flying on the freeway. Not having to try something on to know I can rock it. Fog, rain, mist, Bay Area weather. Freshly-showered feeling. Knowing when people mean what they say, then seeing them prove it.

Edit: Dang, I forgot to tag folks. So, uh, I tag YOU!