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I believe…
through a lens
bizzeee
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.
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Dear Life,
visits from friends
I love it when my best friends come home to visit.
It gives me a reason to get out of work a little earlier, stay up a little later, and laugh a little harder.
It makes having to live at home that much more bearable.
I get lighter when they’re here. Breathe easier.
But then the day comes and they are gone as soon as they arrived.
The fun ends.
And I’m counting down the days till they return.
So to my lovely friends, I miss you, I love you, and I can’t wait till we are reunited.
{i don’t know who I didn’t get any pictures from this weekend. all the better for my memories i suppose}
a nomad
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| 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.















