99 Things I Love

(in random order)

Waking up very early with nothing to do but watch the sun rise.
The inevitability of my family's closeness,even when we stubbornly argue.
My dogs' reaction when I come home.
How beautifully aloof my cats are,but still loving them every bit.
A warm bath after coming in from the chilly outdoors.
The roar and crackle of a real fire.
Having a full inbox not full of spam.
Smiling.
When I get angry or annoyed people to smile too.
The smell of coffee.
They way my father subtly shows his worries.
Seeing someone's stereotypes breakdown in front of my very eyes.
A teacher's job.
Experiencing different cultures through food.
Driving fast.
When I'm bundled up warmly out in the snowy cold.
Breyer's Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.
The feeling I get soothing a rescued animal.
Logic puzzles.
The feeling of contentment knowing there's something out there.
The sound of my mother's bangles jingling.
Fresh-fallen snow ready to be skied.
The sound of a cat's purr.
Walking through the local village of a foreign country.
Roller coasters.
The familiar sound of the beginning of a movie.
The fact that I wrote my life story in 11 pages when I was 8.
Chips and Salsa. I can never get enough.
Being a part of something. Anything. Just the act of community itself.
The sound of my mother bustling in the kitchen in the morning while my father makes coffee.
My heritage.
Finding the rare gift of a trustworthy friend.
Lazy Sundays.
Those profound moments when you realize that people's opinions don't really matter since we're all in this together anyways.
Love.
As a child, waking up to the sound of my parent's discussing the previous day's events, gossip, family issues, etc.
Horseback riding.
Taking pictures of small insignificant things and making it art.
Getting lost in a lovely book.
Surprises.
The excitement that builds up before a track meet.
Shoes.
The satisfaction of getting through a stressful semester and realizing how much you've learned.
Kittens.
Miniature models of real life objects.
Thinking about what it would be like to live in a different era.
Life.
My college Acting 101 class. I learned so much. And it made me realize that regardless of what I do in life, I love acting.
Breakthroughs that I get down on paper in the middle of the night.
Beating a guy at something they're supposed to be good at.
Knowing I can do something about anything.
Lying in my bed in the morning, just thinking and feeling appreciative for the things we sometimes forget to appreciate.
Those brief moments of existential awareness.
Hurdling.
Cinnamon. I used to lick it off the palm of my hand as a child.
Spontaneity.
Seeing a child's splendid wonder at every new thing, and then trying to relive those same moments you used to experience as a child.
Walking into an antique store and the smell giving you a nostalgic flashback, as if you had a previous life associated with the objects.
Writing poetry when my emotions are overwhelmingly real.
A quiet beach in the morning.
Anything mint-flavored.
The moment you realize how helpful college and grad school really were.
How similar every single religion actually is.
How similar every single human actually is.
Planting something. Then watching it grow.
Someone who understands you so well, it surprises you.
100% grape popsicles.
The thrill of knowing that one day I'd just take off and travel the world.
Good, dark chocolate.
Live music from my favorite bands.
Passionate political discussions, even if they don't necessarily go anywhere.
Dancing without thinking.
Granny smith apples sprinkled with salt.
Freshly cut bouquets of wild flowers.
Waking up early for school, finding out that it's canceled, then going back to bed.
Spilling coffee on my shirt and not caring.
Fresh popcorn, especially when sitting down to watch a great movie.
Painting.
The thrilling treasure hunt of bargain shopping.
Finding a too good to be true bargain.
Daydreaming.
Laugh attacks till my stomach hurts.
The person or thing that gives me laugh attacks.
The constant chatter of a group of my favorite people and stopping to think how happy you are to be in the middle of that.
Movies that make me cry.
My grandparent's pleas to get me to eat when I'm not hungry.
Kinder Shokolade.
Dolphins. I don't know why, I've just always loved dolphins.
Seeing people who you would never think of getting along, renew our faith in humanity.
Tabbouleh and grape leaves.
Making friendship bracelets.
Realizing that if you hadn't been there at that very moment, it wouldn't have happened.
Volunteering at an animal shelter or humane society, even if sometimes I get the itchies.
Candles
Knowing that in the end everything will be ok.
Humor.
To know that someone needs me, even if it's just my dog.
Fresh mint tea.
Someone remembering the things I love.

(in random order)

Waking up very early with nothing to do but watch the sun rise.

The inevitability of my family's closeness,even when we stubbornly argue.

My dogs' reaction when I come home.

How beautifully aloof my cats are,but still loving them every bit.

A warm bath after coming in from the chilly outdoors.

The roar and crackle of a real fire.

Having a full inbox not full of spam.

Smiling.

When I get angry or annoyed people to smile too.

The smell of coffee.

They way my father subtly shows his worries.

Seeing someone's stereotypes breakdown in front of my very eyes.

A teacher's job.

Experiencing different cultures through food.

Driving fast.

When I'm bundled up warmly out in the snowy cold.

Breyer's Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.

The feeling I get soothing a rescued animal.

Logic puzzles.

The feeling of contentment knowing there's something out there.

The sound of my mother's bangles jingling.

Fresh-fallen snow ready to be skied.

The sound of a cat's purr.

Walking through the local village of a foreign country.

Roller coasters.

The familiar sound of the beginning of a movie.

The sound of my mother bustling in the kitchen in the morning while my father makes coffee.

My heritage.

Finding the rare gift of a trustworthy friend.

Lazy Sundays.

Those profound moments when you realize that people's opinions don't really matter since we're all in this together anyways.

Love.

As a child, waking up to the sound of my parent's discussing the previous day's events, gossip, family issues, etc.

Horseback riding.

Taking pictures of small insignificant things and making it art.

Getting lost in a lovely book.

Surprises.

The excitement that builds up before a track meet.

Shoes.

The satisfaction of getting through a stressful semester and realizing how much you've learned.

Kittens.

Miniature models of real life objects.

Thinking about what it would be like to live in a different era.

Life.

My college Acting 101 class. I learned so much. And it made me realize that regardless of what I do in life, I love acting.

Breakthroughs that I get down on paper in the middle of the night.

Beating a guy at something they're supposed to be good at.

Knowing I can do something about anything.

Lying in my bed in the morning, just thinking and feeling appreciative for the things we sometimes forget to appreciate.

Those brief moments of existential awareness.

Hurdling.

Cinnamon. I used to lick it off the palm of my hand as a child.

Spontaneity.

Seeing a child's splendid wonder at every new thing, and then trying to relive those same moments you used to experience as a child.

Walking into an antique store and the smell giving you a nostalgic flashback, as if you had a previous life associated with the objects.

Writing poetry when my emotions are overwhelmingly real.

A quiet beach in the morning.

Anything mint-flavored.

The moment you realize how helpful college and grad school really were.

How similar every single religion actually is.

How similar every single human actually is.

Planting something. Then watching it grow.

Someone who understands you so well, it surprises you.

100% grape popsicles.

The thrill of knowing that one day I'd just take off and travel the world.

Good, dark chocolate.

Live music from my favorite bands.

Passionate political discussions, even if they don't necessarily go anywhere.

Dancing without thinking.

Granny smith apples sprinkled with salt.

Freshly cut bouquets of wild flowers.

Waking up early for school, finding out that it's canceled, then going back to bed.

Spilling coffee on my shirt and not caring.

Fresh popcorn, especially when sitting down to watch a great movie.

Painting.

The thrilling treasure hunt of bargain shopping.

Finding a too good to be true bargain.

Daydreaming.

Laugh attacks till my stomach hurts.