Since the beginning of this year, I have rediscovered my interest of collecting words. This was something I used to be fascinated with, several years ago. If one were to look at one of my bookshelf levels, alongside all my Harry Potter hardback copies are my ten dictionaries, varying by its type-- a colorful picture dictionary from second grade, both school editions of Merriam-Webster and Oxford, and even SAT-prep vocabulary books. Many of the words I would find online or whenever I would stop by the library and wander off into the reference section, also known as the place no one ever looks through anymore.
In honor of my three-year blogging anniversary, I have composed a composition of eight words, half which I have discovered this year, and the other half which I have loved for quite some time. I hope that you will enjoy them as much as I do, and if you have any sort of interesting vocabulary which you would like to share, then comment down below! I'd love to hear it.
Aureate just sounds as its definition says-- splendid. I love pronouncing this word, but I am 90% sure that I am pronouncing it incorrectly!
Kudos to my friend Oakstar who was the person who led me to discover the definition of this word! I have such a strong sense of wanderlust-- I'm going traveling down to some of the southeastern states over the summer, and I'm super excited! I've also been talking to my brother a lot about going to watch the Summer Olympics, when I am older and can pay for my own hotel and flight fare.
Word that I tend use around my friends, whenever we're talking about literature or art and we're admiring the artist's take on a certain piece of work. Often, in class, this refers to poetry, which I have had enough of my share of. I was voted to share romance haikus that I will be writing during a class assignment that is honoring Valentine's Day, and I am NOT looking forward to it.
This word is something that usually occurs when I am writing essays for class-- often times, I will know the direction of what I am writing and then, when a tiny part of my brain nags that there is a "better" word to be used in the essay's context, a word that I have used in the past and have had in my lexicon for quite a period of time, I will spend hours browsing through search engines until I find that exact word that I have been looking for.
True fact: when I first meet people, I cannot stare into people's eyes at all, because, to some degree, I do believe that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and when I am forced to look into a person's eyes and I am not familiar nor friendly with them, it makes my insides melt!
I discovered this word from a blogger who also is one of the executive directors of one of the theatre companies in my town. How I found their blog, I had absolutely no idea, but I do love the blog content-- relatable enough to understand the author's geeky usage of, "Wingardium Leviosa," but serious enough to discuss the importance of feminism in the twenty-first century.
There a lot of things that do end up triggering natsukashii, but mainly it is the photo wall that I have formed in my room on my mirror which now isn't a mirror-- all because I am not allowed to tape any other photos in my room.
Finally, sonder. People are constantly asking me how I can write about the tiniest little habits people have, but honestly, it's quite simple: I just thinking about people that I have seen throughout the day, and then from there I create a small story. While the stories may be false, the fact that people are real, with their own lives being small connections of this world that we live in, is true. Seriously, if you wish to appreciate this word, stop reading this sentence and close your eyes. Think about the people that you have seen today, and then think about small parts of their lives-- maybe that lady you passed in the supermarket is going home to her twelve kids after a ten-hour work shift, or perhaps that young boy with on the playground, wearing the bike helmet, wants to go to the moon but his parents haven't gotten him an astronaut helmet yet because they're saving the present for his birthday coming up in two weeks, and the money which they tip the filling station attendant at the gas station is helping him or her with their college fund.
Whoa. That seems like a lot to take in. If we think about it, you can see how insignificant and significant that we are in this world, and the realization of this fact is beautiful and bittersweet.
But if we look at it in a certain light, we can see that it's wonderful, all at the same time.
Thank you so much for three years, and I can't wait this new year of my blogging journey, embarking on the adventures that life's ups and downs bring us, one day at a time.