Last night we went over to K’s friend’s house for dinner. They had a bunch of people over to their place in Lanikai. It was our first time to see the inside of a Lanikai house. K and I were marveling at how behind a modest facade such a spacious oasis could exist. It was a beautiful space. While we ate our chicken a little distance away from everyone, I told K that I would find it hard living in such a big place. That when I pictured home, it was an apartment not a house. K was like, ‘you think it’s because we’re New Yorkers?’ I pondered that. Is it more natural to want lots of room or to be contained by a smaller place? It seems funny to prefer less space but I do.
For dessert they made mini ice cream sandwiches: m&m dark chocolate cookies with mint ice cream. They have a mini dog named Nunu. While we were watching tv, Nunu climbed on top of me and gave me and K tiny dog kisses which totally brought back memories of life with a dog. Dogs make life better.