2014, the weirdest year of my life. so unfinished. 2015 has started strangely. mostly i just wish that i was at the library, working the front desk, laughing at mills & boon titles with courtney. or singing rhymes with the kids on tuesdays. or falling half in love with one of my colleagues. i don't know. in the space of a year i went from a masters level university student living on my own and studying for a well-paying job to an underemployed drunk living in my childhood attic bedroom. and guess which made me happier?
now i'm unemployed, still living in my attic bedroom, still single, but not drinking, not craving disruption and destruction in the same way that i used to. i think of the summer and it all seems okay, most of the time. i just want to be with my sister, listening to old lo-fi music and drinking 99 cent red wine in porto on the beach. i want to be driving us round different cities and states and countries, staying in cheap hostels, writing bullshit on a borrowed computer and not worrying about where my next paycheck is coming from for once in my life. summer, soon
