Brother Annie: Unskilled

There’s nothing in this world that reminds me of home more than peanut butter. As much as I love Japan, sometimes I get a little nostalgic and I just want a taste of America. Today a new supermarket opened up really close to my house and I found a giant jar of Skippy peanut butter (Super Chunky ftw) and it made my already amazing day better. I also found a kilo of whole wheat flower, which I plan to make some more tortillas with, because Mexican hippy food reminds me of my hometown in Austin, Texas.

Recently I’ve been in a really good place. I can’t actually remember a time when I’ve been so pleased with life. I love my job, I love my friends, I love where I live, and best of all, I’m growing and learning about the things I want to do for the rest of my life every single day. And the coolest realization I’ve made about myself really hit me when I was gawking like a kid in a toy store at the giant blue jar of peanut butter at the supermarket: I don’t need a whole lot to be happy.

I’ve come to feel unbelievably grateful for all the wonderful things in my life. I’m grateful to have parents who have always supported my ambitions and never once suggested that I shoot for anything less than my dreams. I’m grateful for my amazingly smart and weird friends. I’m extremely grateful for the job I have now, which has turned out to be the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. But most of all, I’m grateful towards myself. The best things in my life now are due to the fact that I put a lot of energy into the things that I love to do in life.

I don’t really have a point I’m trying to make. I just wanted to gush. I’ve got all I need to be happy, right here, right now. And the best part?

This is just the beginning.

(And yes, I am drinking milk out of a wine glass.)