Life in these United States
I really hate living in the city. I realize that if I were to leave, I'd likely miss some of it.
I hate that when Chris has duty, I dont sleep, because I am so paranoid about burgalers or something. Even when he is home, its the same. I listen to the creaks of my apartment too closely.
I hated living in Denver, anyone who knew me then will tell you that. But now that I am gone, there are so many little things I miss about it. The nightlife, especially. I dont means clubs or anything. I mean that Chris and I lived for the night. We went grocery shopping at 2 am more often than we would during the day. I loved leaving the apatment so late, being in this incredible city, and seeing it almost empty. Its this amazing feeling, only the nightbirds are out, the traffic is light, and its almost eerie. We also went to Six Flags alot, in downtown. We always stayed till closing. Those chilly fall days were amazing.
When am I going to feel fall air again? When will I see the mountains again? When will the nights become my days again? When will I find a job again? When will I feel at home again? Questions, questions.
I didnt feel content in Denver. Being so far from the ocean made me antsy. Now being so close to the ocean makes me antsy. I know should I go back to my small town in NH, I'd be antsy there too. The city there sleeps at 6.
Its part of what makes me know I don't want kids for a while. I want to be me, I want to enjoy my youth. But what am I even doing now? Certainly not enjoying my youth, ha! Here we are in bed at 9:30. I lie awake watching tv until midnight, wishing for some sort of excitement.
Our set of friends in Denver were fantastic. We saw them probably 2-3 times a week, for hours on end. Some nights they wouldnt leave until 4 am. I have great friends here too, closer friends even, but its not the same.
Chris comes home every day, exhausted, and we sit around doing nothing. I need something. Something to make it worth waking up every day, other than the same old same old.
I really, really, need a job. Wish me luck on my job search...
I hate that when Chris has duty, I dont sleep, because I am so paranoid about burgalers or something. Even when he is home, its the same. I listen to the creaks of my apartment too closely.
I hated living in Denver, anyone who knew me then will tell you that. But now that I am gone, there are so many little things I miss about it. The nightlife, especially. I dont means clubs or anything. I mean that Chris and I lived for the night. We went grocery shopping at 2 am more often than we would during the day. I loved leaving the apatment so late, being in this incredible city, and seeing it almost empty. Its this amazing feeling, only the nightbirds are out, the traffic is light, and its almost eerie. We also went to Six Flags alot, in downtown. We always stayed till closing. Those chilly fall days were amazing.
When am I going to feel fall air again? When will I see the mountains again? When will the nights become my days again? When will I find a job again? When will I feel at home again? Questions, questions.
I didnt feel content in Denver. Being so far from the ocean made me antsy. Now being so close to the ocean makes me antsy. I know should I go back to my small town in NH, I'd be antsy there too. The city there sleeps at 6.
Its part of what makes me know I don't want kids for a while. I want to be me, I want to enjoy my youth. But what am I even doing now? Certainly not enjoying my youth, ha! Here we are in bed at 9:30. I lie awake watching tv until midnight, wishing for some sort of excitement.
Our set of friends in Denver were fantastic. We saw them probably 2-3 times a week, for hours on end. Some nights they wouldnt leave until 4 am. I have great friends here too, closer friends even, but its not the same.
Chris comes home every day, exhausted, and we sit around doing nothing. I need something. Something to make it worth waking up every day, other than the same old same old.
I really, really, need a job. Wish me luck on my job search...