Happy Birthday to my favorite human Philip DuPertuis!
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Happy Birthday to my favorite human Philip DuPertuis!

Made you a birthday MiX. I’ve turned 24. I’ve spent almost 5 of those years in America. I miss home. I’m trying to be a good 24 year old woman. I’m trying to be a good friend and future wife. I discovered that I can’t be good at everything. I baked yesterday. And I thought I was going to die in the middle of the night. It was just a nightmare.  I love you.
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Made you a birthday MiX.

I’ve turned 24. I’ve spent almost 5 of those years in America. I miss home. I’m trying to be a good 24 year old woman. I’m trying to be a good friend and future wife. I discovered that I can’t be good at everything. I baked yesterday. And I thought I was going to die in the middle of the night. It was just a nightmare. 

I love you.

Nathan and Chris just gave me this AWESOME OWL necklace from Harajuku street, Japan. Thank you so much guys….my birthday is complete now. :)
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Nathan and Chris just gave me this AWESOME OWL necklace from Harajuku street, Japan. Thank you so much guys….my birthday is complete now. :)

Amanda’s Bossa.

One of the most wonderful humans I know is a brilliant jazz composer. I’m not just flattered but incredibly emotional that on the very morning of my birthday he gave me a song. it’s called “Parabéns” which means Happy Birthday in Portuguese and then he played the song and other Bossa tunes which made me wish for a never ending birthday. Thank you Mitch.

Birthday dinner. Me and Phil.
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Birthday dinner. Me and Phil.

I could be everything. I could dig everything. And wish I was ashamed. I could make other plans. I could imprint an idea of some matter. I could hate being cold. I could list qualities I don’t have. I could sum up what I learned so far and yet understand that something was lacking. But I can’t find a reason not to share. I can’t find a reason not to think this was a special year and I can’t help but think that the next is a better one. I wanted to thank everybody for their wonderful messages and the gifts I received. I wanted to thank the most wonderful day in a long time. Yesterday I turned 23. And so I spent the day thinking I could be and say anything, starting with a surprise by my desk, breakfast with a friend who composed a Bossa Nova song for my birthday and played for me as I sat by his window watching the sunshine and humans being humans, going on rides with strangers that seemed happier than usual, ending with an amazing dinner with the man I chose to be with. I continue to feel this strange weight that change things before I can even dream. I continue to analyze things more than a normal human, I continue to laugh about being poor and make enough efforts to be the artist I want to be. It’s good. It’s good. And thanks to you, family, boyfriend, friends I don’t teeter on the edge but keep on being fascinated. love
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I could be everything. I could dig everything. And wish I was ashamed. I could make other plans. I could imprint an idea of some matter. I could hate being cold. I could list qualities I don’t have. I could sum up what I learned so far and yet understand that something was lacking. But I can’t find a reason not to share. I can’t find a reason not to think this was a special year and I can’t help but think that the next is a better one. I wanted to thank everybody for their wonderful messages and the gifts I received. I wanted to thank the most wonderful day in a long time. Yesterday I turned 23. And so I spent the day thinking I could be and say anything, starting with a surprise by my desk, breakfast with a friend who composed a Bossa Nova song for my birthday and played for me as I sat by his window watching the sunshine and humans being humans, going on rides with strangers that seemed happier than usual, ending with an amazing dinner with the man I chose to be with. I continue to feel this strange weight that change things before I can even dream. I continue to analyze things more than a normal human, I continue to laugh about being poor and make enough efforts to be the artist I want to be. It’s good. It’s good. And thanks to you, family, boyfriend, friends I don’t teeter on the edge but keep on being fascinated.

love