So BF has been gone for 10 days now (GD is that all? Ughhhhh) and I have to say that his absence has definitely changed my weekend behaviors. I love sleeping in. LOVE IT. But for whatever reason, when I wake up on Saturday and the only thing next to me in bed is my stuffed sheep, I feel the immediate need to get up. Saturday mornings have always been my favorite time of the week. Lounging for hours, being lazy, watching YouTube videos, but never actually having to exit bed is simply incredible. But not now. No more lounging here.
I guess it's good because it's been forcing me to get up and start my day: go to yoga, the farmer's market, the wonderful Trader Joe's that just opened a block from my apartment. Maybe it's just because it's new and it will start to feel normal. But right now, it's just kind of lonely.
Comin' home any day now
any day now
any day now
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