...on a Tuesday, no less.
So, I must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed and then some. It's just been one of those days. Snoozed until I only had 20 minutes to get ready. Left my apartment so late I had to literally run to catch the train. Smashed my finger no less than three times already. Spilled steaming hot green tea all over my hand and leg. Dropped my fork AND knife on the floor while eating. Accidentally threw my phone. Walked into a wall. And it's not even 3:00 yet! I hate to think where all this day could go. I think I'll just go straight home from work and cozy up in my bed. No sense in making life any harder.
Days like today make me lonely and sad. They make me crave the comfort of life back home, when I always knew what to expect. In a matter of moments, I could be surrounded by people, things, places that made me comfortable and happy. I have fewer of those things here, though they're growing by the day. I'm acquiring new comforts and new happinesses. Life will never be what it was back home, but that's why I moved, right? I wanted change and opportunity and growth and progress. I just have to remind myself that home will always be there, but right now, I'm here. And it's definitely for the best.
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