Lately I've been craving two things or, rather, I've been pulled in two directions: domesticity and adventure. I want to pull up my roots and tumble just as much as I would love to fluff up my nest.Have you ever felt so full of ideas and inclinations that it borders on being painful? That is the best way to describe what I'm feeling now. Nothing—not my journal, my apartment, the hours of the day, my heart—can contain all the crazy energy I am buzzing with.
I read somewhere that people in their twenties suffer through a "greying of emotions." I wish I knew to whom I should attribute that quote, but I don't. Whoever it is, I think they've got it wrong. This is yet another moment of stepping out on one's own. It's rich black and feathery white, and every other lovely and gross colour you could imagine. I'm working on painting a crazy composition with what's on my palette.
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This is one of my favorite posts to date. I wrote "I want to pull up my roots and tumble just as much as I would love to fluff up my nest" in my journal. I love your writing. I'm glad we're friends.
Thank you. It's weird putting myself out there in this way, so I am glad to have you reading, and most importantly as my friend too!
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