What I wouldn’t give to leave this country now.
You see, I scrimp and save just so I can take a little trip out to see the world. But this year, being an adult means I put my work responsibility over my wonderlust.
Solution: Stop looking at travel photography. Also, get my ass to the supply store to get huge canvases so I can finally start on those mural works.
Next year hopefully. I would love so much to go to Italy, or to South Africa, or a ski trip? Give me some adrenaline, please.
If I can’t, then I’d wait patiently, because I’m finally planning my move to NYC in the next 1-2 years. Everything can wait till I get to NYC. NYC, oh land of mysterious and magical pizzas. (I’m kidding, NYC, I love you beyond pizzas, don’t get mad)
Weekends are passing so nutcase fast now, it’s almost not funny.
I spend Friday nights and Saturdays sleeping the day away, in comfy cottons.. under my duvet, with a torch, reading Ayn Rand. Away from people. And then Sundays come, and I’m torn between going to train my ass off, or run massive amounts of errands. Or, continue my love relationship with my bed.
What’s a girl got to do?
I’ve been thinking about it. I think I’m ready to date. I haven’t been ready in the longest time. But I think now, maybe I am.
But love means being selfless with time. at times. But how am I going to open myself up if I prefer sitting next to you, with disclosure humming in the backdrops, with us, just watching the skies.
Silence can be seen as a bad thing.
I think it’s beautiful.
Not many people agree.