social distortion
I am most happy when I am alone. By that I mean, I came to my parents’ house without a boyfriend and with the mindset that I’m single… still. My fam will just have to deal with it and the usual questions are become too usual and less annoying. They really are. As soon as I had a boyfriend recently and realized I didn’t want one that made me feel anything less than as good as I feel when I’m at home with my iced coffee painting and getting things done, then I was won over finally by myself. I’ve been trying to be ok with being alone for so long. Am I there? Wow. C’est possible.
This Thanksgiving I’m at my parents’ house, as I mentioned, but did I mention I’m drinking Wild Turkey Honey in my old bedroom of 10+ years ago and somewhat buzzing while the rest of my family is safely tucked in bed asleep and I’m typing away. Thank God my mom has the computer in here…. my old room. It’s weird. There’s a twin bed in here and Vito has to sleep in the garage, but it’s all good! haha…. I feel like a kid, but it’s cute. It’s comforting to know there’s a place with my old kid books and pictures and a tiny bed that I can come to if Nashville gets too creepy or if my worries are too much even if they are beating the hell out of a Bible in the next room.
I am thankful for my independance, Jennifer Adams, my other friends, my life and my chances. I am invited on so many adventures everyday and it’s nice to keep them where I value them most…. close to my heart. Happy Thanksgiving!
