Just returned from the welcome party held by my part-time job...with a new outlook on the term "sorority."
Initially skeptical of female congregations, maybe it's the wearing-you-heart-on-your-sleeve that I need to get in touch with.
Each of the girls I work with on Fridays is an unique flower.
A glittering flower.
A creative flower.
A well-mannered flower.
A generously smiley flower.
A camera-crazy flower.
A ray of sunshine of a flower...
Discussing preferences as they grilled meat,
(They kindly ordered bibinbap for this pescetarian)
I felt a bit closer to them compared to four weeks ago.
It is indeed comforting to discover commonalities between one another.
One girl suggested doing a ranking of these seven aspects:
愛情
健康
誠実
学歴
金銭
名誉
権力
One way to interpret would be that the item on the top of your list is the thing you hold most dear.
Another way would be to say it is the thing you feel you lack.

Everyone wants to be loved.

Love is like the condensed milk nestled in the heart of a hollowed frozen tart strawberry.


P.S. The flowers are almond flowers from an early flower-viewing. After a few days of hermit-living, this morning, on my way to the train station, the cherry blossoms greeted me with soft smiles.