Where it is supposed to be …

So today I had Lunch with an old friend , in a Greek restaurant who had Turkish owners . The food was in a word exactly what it supposed to be and then some more . Absolute perfection is how I can describe the , Muhammarra , chicken suvlaki and Tiziki . Honestly I didn’t have such an amazing food in Greece . Maybe because it was really Turkish food , cooked with the same love and skill that only a middle eastern mother can have . Especially the chicken souvlaki oh, it tasted exactly like the chicken Kabbabs of my childhood growing up in Iran. It was a pleasant surprise , going to a restaurant post Pandemic where the food is not meh or mediocre . You just knew that middle eastern mom is in the kitchen and is taking having guests very seriously and is cooking up a storm of deliciousness . 

 And then I watched this movie called Blue jay and it was a real movie . A Duplass brothers movie , you know exactly the type of movies that I like . With a real story , real characters, slow paced . I think I am starting to become a duplass brothers fan . 

 In one word , nothing was of whack today . 

 Because on post pandemic world , restaurants just have become lazy and Hollywood just cranks our super hero movie . 

I felt something today , I felt alive . I haven’t felt like that in a while . Especially at my job , it seems like my reality just doesn’t do it for me . 

I want to be like that chef in the Greek restaurant, cook up a storm of deliciousness . Or be like duplass brothers , tell a story . Make a real movie , and it seems like everyone around me is numb while I keep insisting on feeling . 

I want a lot of things from life and I won’t stop at nothing until I have all that I want and deserve .