Y con estas me despido

It's been over two years of this little adventure,

this pilot project that began in August 2011 out of a need
to let loose some creativity,

understand myself a bit better,
and surround myself with stories and things that resonate 

and help me connect with that inner me.

You have been participants of it all

the highs, the lows, the sources of inspiration, adventure, and beauty,

the storms, the goodbyes, the commemorations, 

the reflections, the feminist me, the travels,

the celebrations, the thank yous, the e-sharing, 

the utter appreciations, and the love.

All the above have contributed to whom I am today.

And it's for that reason that although a part of me
doesn't want to say good-bye,

I finally know that the mission of thisthatyotrascosasmas is over.

The URL will exist out there as a reminder 

and as a depository of these years' thoughts, moods, 

and of all those things that inspired me and 

made me smile, reflect and understand un poco mas. 

Now, up to a new adventure.

Thank you for the support.

Me

"Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors
where there were only walls" 

Thanks-Giving

"And the days that I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations,
I have really good days."

                                                                                                                 - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Have a happy Thanksgiving day

Sil

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Wow. I know. Wow.

How I dare to write back.

How I dare to keep leaving and entering this place as I wish.

Sorry.

I am having some sort of love-hate relationship with it.

I already said it on my last entry and although I tried...

I just couldn't.

But today, just as I decided to organize my closets, 

and re-take Murakami's book, 

I decided to re-appear here.

Don't ask me why.

It's been a while since I last wrote, September 19th,

and quite a bit has happened since then.

I am a year older, and so is my dad, Pia and Luisen.

Friends committed to making their love grow and got engaged,

others continue to explore for happiness, live life or find out the next step,

and winter is slowly entering in NYC.

It's been a really nice fall, actually.

No storms or hurricanes.

For the first time, I observed the leaf life cycle,

and I truly enjoyed it.

NYC is amazing in the fall, isn't it?

It's raining today. 

It's particularly funny because Vero had been saying it over and over again during the week

and nobody believed her.  

Our iPhones were telling us differently.

I was already planning to have a homey Sunday

maybe even bake (?!?)

and this sudden change in the weather report

confirms it.

I don't know when I will be back...

I'd rather not set up expectations.
They only lead to disappointment.

In the meantime, 

enjoy wherever you are, whatever you are doing

and whomever you have by your side.

Besos

Me

I wish I had one of those emoticons to use right now

Amazing day in NYC today.

We had a few chilly days and for a minute, 

we all thought that winter was already entering into our lives...

but nope, we were wrong. 

Summer (and soon Fall) is fighting back
and giving us a chance to still enjoy the sun 

and the greatness of this city 

when the extremes don't overtake it.

I have to confess that I was considering closing the doors of thisthatyotrascosasmas.

I know I have said that before BUT this time was for real.

I even told my friend, Noe, about it.

But then, I looked at it and told myself 

hey, this space doesn't need to be one of those areas in my life 

that have to be structured, 

controlled or driven by a clear goal and direction.

This was my blank canvas and I like the idea of keeping it that way.

A visual memory book of myself through the passing of time.

thisthatyotrascosasmas evolves and adapts to the "Silvia" of the moment

and that's ok, right?

I feel pressured and judged by all the amazingly well curated

organized and "make sense" blogs out there and sometimes

my lack of all the above freezes me and me bloquea, vamos.

But what the heck, this is me and who I am.

And this is my space. Not for commercial or promotional use

but for my own personal use, an avenue to express myself 

- even if at times sounds dull

 and for you who from time to time may get something out of reading me.

So, I will continue to be around

and thisthatyotrascosasmas will continue to be a digital shadow

of me, of my moments, my likes and my experiences.

You didn't get rid of me.

Sil

On the bright side

Is back!

It's been gone for so, so long

but decided to bring it back.

It's an important archive of mine.

On a grey Labor Day 

(which for many symbolizes the end of summer)

I share with y'all

the images below:

 1. via lost coydog

2. via fear of God

3. via Blue Collar High Class

4. via This isn't happiness

5. via Wildflower

Happy Week

XOXO

"We all romanticize the people we adore"

So true.

My good friend, Juncal, whom I know since we were in our early teens, 

started a new life yesterday.

After spending 10+ years apart,
we were lucky enough to live in the same city during the past four years,
and, yesterday, we had to say good-bye, once again.

Over the past month, I wondered how I was going to take Juncal's departure.

We would walk around NYC and people would ask if we were sisters...

so I knew it wasn't going to be easy to see her go, 

but I didn't exactly know or
even want to think about the moment after the good-bye.

Well, like all heart-felt good-byes, 

it wasn't easy to see her close the door
of what at times was our apt in the west village,
jump in the yellow taxi cab

and see her disappear in the traffic of 7th ave.

People have asked if I was sad, and obviously I am.

Very much. 

But above all, 

I feel a huge absence around me

that is bigger than yesterday's good-bye.

The truth is that regardless of the reason
 since I arrived in this city 8 years ago, 

I have seen more people come into my life

and go as never before...

and the effects are starting to have an impact on me.

Not sure how to describe the feeling 

but it's like the old tree that stands there over the years, 

seeing generations pass and the seasons

go through it.

To feel how "pasajero" - we would say in Spanish - everything is

frightens me.

Juncal, 

this one is for you.

In remembrance of the past four years
and those times we experienced in New York

and that we know we will not experience again....

BUT

"All endings, are a beginning to something new, 

and potentially great."

Good luck in your new endeavors.

Muacas for you.

XOXO for the rest.

say, what?!

Topic of the night:

what to write when you don't have anything to write about.....

but yet you think you should write something.

..... is it weird if I don't say anything?

and just stay here; 

staring at my bright screen 

while shipping tea and trying to go to sleep?

.... or shall I continue making myself talk?

hoping that I sound interesting, fun and creative...

and that nobody notices?

It's a bit like this quote that I read the other day that says:

"It's like when someone says 'How are you?'

Do you say, 'Well, my head hurts and I'm lonely and depressed

and I'm worried about everything and the world is collapsing

and full of evil'? Or do you say, 

'I'm fine, thank you."

(Sarah Shepard, The Visibles)

Having a blog, or better said, an interesting blog is not an easy duty,

believe me.

Sometimes, many times, I just don't feel that creative

and/or talkative.  And it sucks.

....

Okay, I think I should go.

Starting to rave,

to contradict myself by continuing to write

and most importantly 

and highly needed....to fall sleep.

Forgive me for this utterly weird post.

Like anything in life, 

You have to have bad ones to enjoy the good ones.

Peace out my friends, 

XOXO