Happy medium

Spending most of my time at home and with my cats has had its beneficial effects, such as jolts of creativity and lots of time to spend by myself, and being holed back up in this room has helped me climb back into the soft, comfortable, broken-in personality that I was all throughout high school. I listen to music too loudly, dance around my room, doodle in my planner and create page after page in my art journal, look at things from a different point of view, speak french to my cats, and never depend on a boy to make me happy. If I can hold onto this until school starts again, I may just survive, or I may just have to start over somewhere new.

Today Mom and I went on an hour long walk around our neighborhood, making fun of all the weird looking houses and Mom even cut in on a father and son's basketball game. In all the time I have spent complaining about where I live and how much I hate it, I forgot how peaceful and beautiful it can be.

Sometimes it gets hard to leave the house, but my bravery returns with a shower and a coffee. Routines, routines, routines.