I am bored out of my fucking skull.
I couldn't wait for summer.
One week in and I'm already restless. Ughghghhh.
I was explaining to someone recently that it's nice to have the break, but it's difficult to shift gears from relentlessly busy to (almost) entirely free from obligation.
I have a lot of little projects in mind, though, to keep me occupied. Sewing window treatments. Arranging the shells I collected in Charleston/Kiawah in a shadow box. Maybe even painting a couple rooms in my house? I just renewed my lease. This'll be the longest I've lived somewhere in almost three years. I feel like I ought to make it feel a little more like home.
Mom's losing her mind about the move. They pack up in three weeks.
I couldn't wait for summer.
One week in and I'm already restless. Ughghghhh.
I was explaining to someone recently that it's nice to have the break, but it's difficult to shift gears from relentlessly busy to (almost) entirely free from obligation.
I have a lot of little projects in mind, though, to keep me occupied. Sewing window treatments. Arranging the shells I collected in Charleston/Kiawah in a shadow box. Maybe even painting a couple rooms in my house? I just renewed my lease. This'll be the longest I've lived somewhere in almost three years. I feel like I ought to make it feel a little more like home.
Mom's losing her mind about the move. They pack up in three weeks.
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