"but, we are like ivy. we grow where there is room..."
this monday is the first day of the rest of my life. i start my new job. my dream job, literally.
i feel like i have come so far this past year. i have seen and done so much and finally this stupid little city is unfolding itself for me and revealing roads, bars, people. so many people. when i walk out of my apartment and into the world i feel like i'm in a snowglobe, or in some sort of atrium. it's a very hard feeling to explain.
ive been sick this past week though. i wanted to go out and play this weekend, the last weekend of my old life. but ive been in bed w/ books and movies and the cat.
i hit a ladder on the way home from work on friday. it got stuck underneath of my car and a piece tangled around my axil. i read too much into life, i suppose. but i took this as a kind of sign.
i feel like i have come so far this past year. i have seen and done so much and finally this stupid little city is unfolding itself for me and revealing roads, bars, people. so many people. when i walk out of my apartment and into the world i feel like i'm in a snowglobe, or in some sort of atrium. it's a very hard feeling to explain.
ive been sick this past week though. i wanted to go out and play this weekend, the last weekend of my old life. but ive been in bed w/ books and movies and the cat.
i hit a ladder on the way home from work on friday. it got stuck underneath of my car and a piece tangled around my axil. i read too much into life, i suppose. but i took this as a kind of sign.