I’m a sucker for Currently posts. You know, where the writer lists what he/she is doing currently. I’m also pretty nosy. Are those two related? Couldn’t be.

Here’s what I’ve been up to … currently, I’m:

  • Watching: Homeland and Dexter. If you’re not watching these shows, you’re either busy, ignorant, or just plain weird. My favorite of the two is Homeland, which captivated me from the very first episode, but this season of Dexter is helping to wash away the bad memories from seasons five and six, which I found to be subpar (for Dexter, anyway). These two shows are both from Showtime, and I would like to offer them my sincere gratitude, in the form of wine, cheese, or both (my favorite things, you know). Dear Showtime, you make my lazy Friday/Saturday nights on the couch with my husband so much more fun.


  • Reading: I just finished reading Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn. If you haven’t heard about it—well, where have you been? I had heard a lot of hype—that I’d read it in two days, that I’d love it, that it was “amazing” … So of course I was prepared not to like it, as is my wont when someone promises that I will. The premise is this: it’s Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary; she disappears. It looks bad for Nick. But there’s something else behind all the seemingly obvious signs of a struggle. I won’t spoil it for you. Read it, but I won’t lie: it wasn’t my favorite. I’m a fan of relatable protagonists, and neither main character was anywhere near likable. (Come on, I relate to Dexter! I’m not that hard of a sell.) By the end of the book, I just wanted both of them, Amy and Nick, to go away and be miserable together.
  • Thinking about: A trip to Munich in December. Mario once lived in Munich (if only for a year!), and Germany has been somewhere I’ve seen in pictures but never visited. I would love to visit a traditional German Christmas market, even if it means bundling up in six or seven layers to withstand the cold.


  • Loving: Our apartment! Mario picked it out while I was back in the States this August, and he did an amazing job. We’re not centrally located, but we’re still within the M-30, and we live right next to two great places for running: a park and Madrid Río. It’s very cozy, has lots of light, and we just got a new rug from IKEA, which, for some odd reason, just makes the room.
  • Listening to: Joshua Radin’s Vegetable Car (and all the rest of his album Simple Times), Mumford & Sons’ The Cave, and This Side by Nickel Creek, just to name a few.
  • Making me happy: Seeing all the Halloween decorations in the stores! I know it’s an Americanization and all, but I love Halloween. I love fall and crisp weather and autumn leaves and pumpkins and the smell of cinnamon/nutmeg/allspice and everything to do with the month of October.

What have you been up to currently?

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Do You Want It?

Want. We want a lot. We want new clothes and free time, boyfriends and televisions, cake and magazines. I want so many things. Yet so many things I want would do me harm in the end. Why do I desire them, then? I want short term fulfillment. I want the short term fulfillment of eating a whole wheel of soft Brie cheese, tasting it as it melts in my mouth. I want the crusty bread alongside, sort and chewy. I want to sit on the couch with my feet up all day long. I want to skip my classes and take trips all over Europe instead. I want to yell at my students when they don’t listen to me and just chatter incessantly instead of trying for once.

But I make no strides to do any of these things. Why? I know the consequences of eating too much cheese—too much belly. I know sitting on the couch will do my physical fitness no favors. I know not going to class will affect my salary. I like my precious 700 euros/month and I’d rather not have that disappear. I realize that yelling isn’t the best way to get anyone to listen.

But there are things I do want, good things, fulfilling things, wonderful things. I want to be a better person, a better future wife and mother. I want to be a better Christian, one who harbors love instead of hate or indifference. I want to be a servant. I want to learn another language. But often, so very often, I take no steps to accomplish these goals. Nonaction, it seems, is exponentially easier than action. It is easier to stay static, to stay with what’s expected and easy, than to move forward in any direction. Life is cushier here on the couch.

So, I wonder, how badly do I really want something if I take no steps to go after it?