day
I turned 24 last Wednesday and I didn't feel any older, or really like it was my birthday. I think it's normal for every birthday to not feel as special as the last. blow out the candles, let's move along. it did make the move feel extra strange though. sunshine in a kitchen at 7:45, a quiet, steadfast peace that is unsettling and kind. I've been waking up early and taking showers, I've been reading, there are endless things to do and my lists just keep getting longer and longer.
list: washer and dryer futon for guests dresser 4 S tv stand bedside tables shovel for the dog poop in our front yard
another list: beans tomato paste toothpaste on your smile
my last list: paint , outside in the garden, with no cares; read every book in the house catch up on video games catch up on movies sew up the ripped plushies boil the handles
need to take things slow, like a beetle. hug my friends a little more tight and take better care of myself with the extra time I have. 24 years. maybe it's all enough for me too!
song of the day: no song, just anything by kimya Dawson.