view from our apt
I love to travel. It’s true.
I felt so happy, so free, so…. alive during those 2 weeks of vacationing in new york and utah.
But it took a month. A MONTH. 30 DAYS.
It took a month for me to recover at work.
And I’m still not recovered in the relationship realm, as my struggles with my occupation have kept me… just so occupied.
Let’s not even talk about how many months it’ll take for my bank account to recover.
I loved it, but I need to think hard before I go traipsing off again, haha.
I hate the heat of the Summer, but I am anxiously awaiting it’s freedom.
