if i’m being at all honest, i’m feeling a little bit like this right now.
but WISHING i felt like this:
i’m trying to enjoy the little things. a well made salad. a sophisticated cocktail with freshly muddled mint from my own little herb pot thing. cat cuddlings. the freedom to lay all across the bed. painting my nails and having my outfit neatly arranged on the bed for tomorrow morning and not feeling like a dork for doing so. being able to select all of the cheesy rom-com television shows on hulu that i want. (hello, up all night, whitney, and new girl, you are quite awesome and i like you)
but after a very busy week exploring a new city and not hating it the way i expected to, i feel sad. and, obviously, lonely.
even though i know the facts.
that it’s only three months. that i’ll finally get to experience what it’s like living on my own. that i can wear man repellant outfits and not have to worry about whether it flatters my “shape”. and the fact that i will learn more facts about this being a good thing as i go along.
but it certainly doesn’t make crawling into bed at night any easier.
tomorrow it’s back to the daily grind. hoping to get rejuvenated working through my digital art project at the IMA.
i am grateful for all of the exciting opportunities that are headed both my way and shannon’s.
at least with no “boy” distractions, i might pay better attention to this blog-o-mine.
