You can avoid having ulcers by adapting to the situation:  If you fall in the mud puddle, check your pockets for fish.  ~Author Unknown

Change is a good thing. Change can be a good thing. It’s an opportunity to stretch a little, or a lot. Like waking up fresh in the morning.

I accept change, of course. But honestly, thank goodness there’s such a thing as constants. No matter how far I must bend over backwards for change, I gotta know that I can return to my starting point. So, as my writing exercise for today, I’ve compiled my list of constants. It’s a short list, to my surprise!

Here’s my list:

Sushi is my comfort food. When I was pregnant with my son, Alex, I dragged my husband to a sushi dinner almost every other day, while we lived in Newport News, Va. (As an aside, perhaps eating sushi wasn’t such a wonderful idea after all. Not while pregnant at least, due to the controversy surrounding autism and a possible link to mercury).

I’ve been known to take a day trip with family to San Diego just to satisfy the craving for fish. Heck, it doesn’t have to be always expensive. We’ve done Todai and Tora in San Diego. I am not ashamed to admit that I gorge on sushi whenever a chance presents itself.

Certain smells–roses, citrus, fresh-cut grass, baked goods straight out of the oven, extra-virgin pressed olive oil. There are a few more but these are my top five.

When I was eighteen years old, I was infatuated with the smell of cigarettes (yuck), especially on a man’s hand. It doesn’t get any weirder than that, does it? And, no. I didn’t have a crush on the guy (his name was Andrew). At least, not consciously? He was nineteen and back then, everyone wanted to look cool. Smoking certainly, by late 70s’ standards of cool, fit the bill. I still say, yuck. Cigars? Hmm. Cigars do smell sweet and nice.

Office supplies–pens, pencils, paper clips, merchandise tags, Crain stationery, all kinds of boxes and containers. I do a Staples run once every couple of weeks–just to see if there’s any new technology in the pens and pencils section. I did find a no-break mechanical pencil, how about that? The niftiest stuff, though, is at Target. Gosh, do they hire designers for their alligator clips? I won’t be surprised. I’m not alone in this–I sometimes walk the stationery and school supply aisles at Target to feel Inspired, e.g. find a color combination for a scrapbooking page.

Hoarding scrapbooking papers and tools. If you’re not a scrapbooker, or if you don’t go to 2Peas, you won’t understand this. But take my word for it. It is either a religious cult, or mass hysteria  So, is amassing an indiscriminate collection of scrapbooking-related doodads still an old and reliable standby for me? Recently, it hasn’t been. The husband thanks me for this. The children heave a sigh of relief that they haven’t been recruited to do the job of manning the Sizzix and cranking out 100s of flower die-cuts. And me? I’m just on a temporary hiatus (because I’ve got a current obsession with bb creams from Korea hah!)

Last but most certainly not least, my home, as my epicenter, my constant constant. My home is definitely not Home and Garden’s material. But for all its craziness and clutter, I can’t wait to get home at the end of a work day. So much of my heart is here.

How do people move out of their houses after having lived there for years? We’ve lived in ours for fourteen years now. We moved in on December 17, 1997. Our children were one- and three-years old then. This is our first house. When we (eventually) move, we leave behind a part of our heart. And soul. No wonder ghosts stay behind.