monsoons!
i got soaked to the bone
caught in the monsoon with hail on the way to class--
i called to ladies with cars in the hopes they'd come pick me up
but when they didn't answer i resolved to not be a wimp and not-give-a-fuck enough to be the wet kid.
it reminded me that i'm all grown up now and can deal with looking like a wet dog for 3 hours
and it doesn't really matter...
but i was the only person in class dripping/ shivering under the air conditioning
-- i wonder if i'm the only person to uses public transportation/ my feet to get around
(or if i'm the only fool who would rather make it on my own than ask for help).
after class i reveled in the heat: rolled up my pants, danced to get the last of those shivering kinks out of my system...
looking up, the sky was the most beautiful thing i've seen in a while-- neon blue background with cumulous clouds of varying shades of blue, filled with rain, crosshatching the mountains with their moisture and the moon above it all, content in her queendom.
she inspired me to go home and clean, reorganize my space (my roomate had just departed that afternoon, leaving things behind for me to keep, leaving other things because they just couldn't fit). i have a sunroom until the dining table is delivered and it's nice to have an uncluttered, sunny open space that's just mine...it's like i have a physical space that's inviting me to keep my mind open...i reorganized every single room so that more unsightly things are organized (or unorganized) in the closets and cabinets-- i really wanted to clear out my space so the aesthetic adapted itself more to cleanliness. i'm feeling like my home is my haven now more than ever and having a hard time imagining sharing it with anyone...i want to have control over what everything looks like at all times. i've found joy in not having dirty dishes pile up, in not letting grime build up, in keeping a house that feels pretty and nice...it's sweet and just what i need to come home to after a 12 hour work/school day.
caught in the monsoon with hail on the way to class--
i called to ladies with cars in the hopes they'd come pick me up
but when they didn't answer i resolved to not be a wimp and not-give-a-fuck enough to be the wet kid.
it reminded me that i'm all grown up now and can deal with looking like a wet dog for 3 hours
and it doesn't really matter...
but i was the only person in class dripping/ shivering under the air conditioning
-- i wonder if i'm the only person to uses public transportation/ my feet to get around
(or if i'm the only fool who would rather make it on my own than ask for help).
after class i reveled in the heat: rolled up my pants, danced to get the last of those shivering kinks out of my system...
looking up, the sky was the most beautiful thing i've seen in a while-- neon blue background with cumulous clouds of varying shades of blue, filled with rain, crosshatching the mountains with their moisture and the moon above it all, content in her queendom.
she inspired me to go home and clean, reorganize my space (my roomate had just departed that afternoon, leaving things behind for me to keep, leaving other things because they just couldn't fit). i have a sunroom until the dining table is delivered and it's nice to have an uncluttered, sunny open space that's just mine...it's like i have a physical space that's inviting me to keep my mind open...i reorganized every single room so that more unsightly things are organized (or unorganized) in the closets and cabinets-- i really wanted to clear out my space so the aesthetic adapted itself more to cleanliness. i'm feeling like my home is my haven now more than ever and having a hard time imagining sharing it with anyone...i want to have control over what everything looks like at all times. i've found joy in not having dirty dishes pile up, in not letting grime build up, in keeping a house that feels pretty and nice...it's sweet and just what i need to come home to after a 12 hour work/school day.