anybody remember xanga? that was where I used to post both my poetry and my deepest thoughts - iirc, none of my irl friends had the link (maybe at some point I started sharing it), it was fully a space for me to process my life and play around with html.
in defense of a slower, more conscious internet, I'm trying this way again. there's no way for you to comment on any of these posts - if you have a response, you'll have to send me an email. my email inbox is a SWEETIES ONLY ZONE and I hope you will treat it as such!!!
we're living in Philadelphia now. I'm missing the Tennessee spring and the t-shirt weather and the private backyard with the Box Elder chandelier.
we have a huge, old Sycamore right outside of our front sliding-glass door here. it's keeping me sane. it hasn't leafed out yet, but I can feel it coming!!
my days mostly look like this:
wake up, fart around for a couple hours and try to get some coffee and food in my body. spend too much time on my phone. mosey over to the computer to work - right now I'm helping build some environmental education curriculum that I'm super excited about!! but the work is so locally-focused, and I'm so far away. work work work until I can't work anymore, then I take a lil nap and keep going. at the end of the day, I usually play some video games (I'm fully back on my skyrim bullshit *vaguely waves a staff of lightning at a bad guy and immediately runs away, leaving my companion to handle the fight while I loot containers*) and spend time with my husband.
I've barely started to make friends here yet - I've been blaming the cold, and that's definitely 80% of it, but I am also a serious homebody!! I love it here!! we had a bad case of mice that was truly driving us up the wall, and now the whole apartment smells like decaying mouse, but we don't hear the chittering anymore and Rosie isn't losing her tiny mind, growling at the walls.
it reminded me of when I lived in rural TN with my friend Thomas and his huge cat, and both his cat and my dog were freaking out at a few specific spots on the floor. both he and I were like "hello??? stop this???" and scolded them for being annoying about nothing, until I realized that we had feral cats living in the crawlspace beneath our house. we obviously apologized profusely to our house critters, but I could not stop laughing at the horrific experience of something living under the floorboards and your grownup (who ostensibly is fully responsible for your care and well-being) is like, "shut up and stop that"!!! I felt soooo bad but also - girl it is 2:30 am and we have to stop barking at the walls
anyways, I'll write more later and eventually I'll even share this link with y'all so you can go back and read it if you want. love you forever