No Alarms and No Surprises, Please

I've written before about my love for Sunday mornings. They have such a calm, beautiful allure that doesn't completely make sense, which only adds to their quiet charm.

This Sunday morning I watched New York, I Love You in bed. Just me, Netflix and a bowl of cereal. Considering the impressive cast, I expected more from this movie. I've seen it before, and I watch it more than I should, maybe because of the feeling it gives me. Some of the stories are really touching; I adore the elderly couple on their anniversary and the method actress going to prom in a wheel chair. And I miss New York like crazy.

Anyway, Sunday morning, in my digs: Although I spend little time in my room, it is my favorite space in this apartment. I love the butter-cream yellow walls and the bright light that floods in through the windows. I still have a lot of decorating to do, but the simplicity of the room combined with the display of my favorite clothes and hanging jewelry feels fresh and comforting. Since I began college I've lived in many different places, more than I would have thought, and this is the first place that truly feels like a home, not just a temporary stay.

Anyway, the plans for the day involve work and jogging. Homecoming did not do my body or school work well, so my relaxing morning is on the verge of turning into catch-up day. Gotta love Sundays.

P.S. The title is a reference to No Surprises by Radiohead, which is the base of my Sunday soundtrack