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I would like to say that my lack of writing is a direct result of me living a fun and exciting life. It is not.
I’ve been working. Hard.
I keep telling myself that it will pay off in the long run though.
That eventually I’ll get a day off or even take a vacation.
Vacation. The word seems so foreign. The relaxation it implies; so alien.
But for now I keep on keeping on and try to have some fun whenever I can.
Maybe in a few weeks I will have more exciting and inspiring things to say.

Maybe.

My second bedroom

I’ve become nomadic. Traveling from job to job, sleeping wherever I happen to rest my head.
I don’t know if working 70hrs a week was such a great choice.
I’m tired. I miss being at home. I wish I could spend more time with my friends.
But I also want to move away someday. I don’t want to have to stress about not having enough money to go out into the world and live the life I was meant to.

So I remain a nomad. I will live out of my car for a few more weeks and hope it will pay off in the future.

I get antsy at times and feel the need to change the look of things. Lately it’s been the look of my blog. Something keeps telling me that it could look better but I can’t decide if that’s just my ansty-ness or an actual fact.

so, please let me know what you think. Are there things that could be changed that would make it better to navigate/read/enjoy? Or am I crazy? haha both could be true.
On the same note, is there something you’d like me to write about? I’m always open to suggestions and thoughts. 🙂

-thanks for reading in the first place!
Sarah

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own -Robert Heinlein

it amazes me sometimes…

…how some people have this effortless ability to get under my skin in a way that almost drives me to insanity.

Sure I’m affected by the people around me, in good ways and in bad.

But there are only a select handful that can do something that really gets to me. As if there actions have taken over my every thought.

Now usually, I only have to deal with one such a person at a time. But this weekend. This past weekend was different. I was ganged up on. And I didn’t appreciate it.

The details of who these people are and what they did aren’t important really. It’s the fact that they robbed me of sleep and happiness that really irks me. And it’s as if I had no control over any of it. When I wasn’t distracted by work and my mind had a moment of rest, it went straight to these people and the issues they brought up for me.

Where is the OFF switch?

Luckily life, in all it’s ironies, worked everything out in a day. One day, not even 24 hours, and my mind was at rest about both parties. Strange how things work out just as you’re reaching your breaking point.

Life-1, Sarah-0

could this be any cuter?! Sometimes I wish guys still got this way after a first kiss….

They say that ‘home is where the heart is’; but what do you do when your heart has been taken from your home?

This week I moved out of the home I spend my teenage years growing up in. My parents have built a new, and gorgeous, log home, out in the country and since I live with them, I’m moving there too. Now, even though this new house is only 20 min away from the old one, it might as well be a different continent to me. I love my house. I knew every creak in the floor, the way the walls curved, how the old wood felt. I did so much growing up there and have so many memories, good and bad, from over the years.

And now I’m moving to a new house. A house that’s foreign to me. A house that has no memories or familiarity. A house I don’t even have a bedroom in yet. I’m far away from my jobs and my friends and part of me would rather have paid the rent for an apartment I couldn’t really afford. So what’s a girl to do?

Make do, of course. As I always do. But will my heart ever make this new house my home? I’m not entirely sure. A small, stubborn part of me hopes not….so I don’t get too comfortable in this new house; so when I do get back on my feet and move on to the next chapter of my life I don’t have to feel sad about leaving again. Another part of me wants to love this house though. It’s where my parents are. It’s where we will be making new memories and celebrating holidays together.

So, time will tell. And until then I will be unpacking and trying to make things work; hoping I can at least find a way to feel good about living in this new house.