exploring the moon.

This is one of the prettiest music videos that I've ever seen. I'm on the third or fourth listen right now. (Also, where can I buy airmail envelopes like that?) (Also, also, I like how they have the lyrics incorporated into the video.) 

Today, I'm loving poorlywrittenhistory's flickr, (particularly the above photo) this Valentine's compilation on Fernweh, this photo and this photo from one of my favorite photographers, and this Threadless t-shirt (Amsterdam will always have a special place in my heart). 

I'm not celebrating Valentine's today. Instead, I spent my afternoon watching Apollo 13 for a history class. This evening, I spent time with some of my best friends at small group. It was a very uneventful, unexciting day. But it was good. I like these low-key days where I get stuff done, without the sort of overwhelming busyness that most days hold. 

Apollo 13. Have you seen it? I remembered bits and pieces of it as I was watching...maybe I saw it years ago? but for the most part, it was completely new. I'd really rather not go in depth talking about it (I literally just finished writing a paper about the movie) but there was one line, right at the end, that I typed out and I wanted to share with you: "Sometimes I catch myself looking up at the moon and wondering when we'll be going back and who it will be." 

That really resonated with me. I don't like staying home for more than a year. It's become a bit of a joke in our family, "So-and-so is going to Turkey/Athens/Canada for ten days this summer-" "What?? Maybe I can go with them!" It happens every day. Anyways, what if that illusive place, the place that you were so close to without actually getting there, was the moon? And how would that feel to look at it every night knowing that you'll never reach it? In some ways, that's a depressing thought, but in other ways, it's encouraging to know that you tried your best to get there, and not-getting-there was out of your control. I don't know...it's late and I'm typing as I'm thinking, so this probably doesn't make very much sense. 

Okay. Goodnight. 

ps. I know I said that I was going to talk about The Fault in Our Stars but I'm writing something about it on Fernweh later this month so maybe you can read it on there? okaybye.