I’m all out of sorts lately, and my socks don’t match. I think it’s because I’ve spent much of the summer living out of a suitcase. Not knowing where to find bobby pins and clean pajama pants can really out a girl’s sorts, you know?
Between moving apartments, starting a demanding new internship, and fleeing the city every weekend for a wedding/anniversary/shower (apparently everyone‘s getting married now; didn’t you know?), I haven’t had time to think, let alone do a load of laundry. The past few weeks have been spent planing and flying and deplaning and hauling and driving and loading and unpacking and training and detraining and life, it’s exhausting sometimes, people.
Except, you know, it’s actually not. I mean yes, life can be stressful and frantic and droopy-eyed, but all these things I “have” to do? These family weddings and bridal showers and anniversaries? They are life at its finest. They are life. They’re times I get to spend with my family and friends, and for that I am entirely grateful.
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