It's been 2 weeks me and this apartment have lived together. And I think it's a forever thing. The freedom is a beautiful comfort and a stone which I've stumbled on. I just got to the bottom of the fall today , I got up and watched a video being created by a wonderful human I used to live with. It shook me from a gorgeous slumber.
I told him it took my breath away.
I got a couch this weekend and my place is really looking like a home. $35 at value village, thin wooded frame with these lush, suave, sleek black cushions. It's perfect.
Last weekend I got a bed after 7 days on make shift sleeping apparatuses.
I've eaten breakfast on the floor in front of the window where I now have 4 potted plants.
I baked 3 cakes without baking powder... they're all shit.
I have been in my own world. Ambitioning and procrastinating until today.
"When I'm ready though."
There's only so much of your time you can give to the world before you realise you're never getting it back.
I got a bit reckless.
But I'm back .
This morning was extremely refreshing. I filled a few pages of a vibrant green notebook, writing with a matching vibrant pen . I had to switch writing utensils twice. There is nothing more frustrating than a pen thats ink starts to skip , than the 2nd pen literally exploded . 3rd pink ink baby love carried me 6 pages until I finished my coffee and settled my emotions.
slowly but surely
just whistling and balancing.
stay tuned.
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