I feel like crying today. I went to bed late, woke up late, and almost cried as I ran late to work. Not because I was late, but because I was going to work. I don’t feel like that every day, but I do more and more lately. I really enjoy what I do while … Continue reading I’m Depressed and That’s Okay
The old proverb says ‘home is where the heart is,’ but what if your heart is in more places than one? I spent the second half of January in the first place I ever called home. I hadn’t been there in almost a year and a half, marking my last stint away from that home … Continue reading Thoughts on Being Home
I'm about to fly home tomorrow, land, get on another plane, and go see my best friend from high school get married. I'm 23 and have only had one relationship thus far. That's okay, I'm not sensitive about it, but it does still strike me as a little odd to be in this position. I'm … Continue reading Before My Best Friend’s Wedding
That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.
The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.
"Why did you talk to me?" I asked him, as we walked down the street at 9:40pm. "I don't know, I saw you and really wanted to talk to you." "Well I really wish you hadn't. I'm uncomfortable and I want to go home but I can't while you're with me because I don't know … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
Nothing feels better than taking care of myself. Work outs and coffee in the morning, face masks and tea in the evening - nothing is too much of a commitment, too much of a burden, for the feeling of renewal it brings me. In a single day, I probably do most things just to take … Continue reading Refreshed