Originally, I was scheduled to finish out another week at Zen Clay. In reality, I didn’t have that kind of time. I’d rather be visiting with friends & family, tying up loose ends, & packing up all my shit. Well, my wish sort of came true. Turns out you aren’t supposed to work after having a bout of salmonella. In order to work, I need two consecutive cultures that are clear of salmonella. That could take up to a week. So here I am…enjoying my new found freedom.
I finally saw The Wrestler on Sunday night. It didn’t disappoint, though I left feeling a little depressed. This makes a total of 3 consecutive, depressing movies seen at the Warner. The Reader, Revolutionary Road, & The Wrestler. I hope a happy movie presents itself soon.
Something that makes me really happy: Getting up in the morning, making a cup of coffee, opening the blinds to let the sunlight in, & reading the daily writer’s almanac.
I’ve done a horrible job at keeping my feelings at bay. I’m either giddy with excitement, thinking that I’ve made the absolute, best decision of my life (OR) I’m sobbing in my bed wondering what the fuck I’m doing leaving my family, friends, and boyfriend behind. With me, you never get a happy medium.
Today, thoughts have been firmly directed toward packing. Thoughts have lead me to wish I could lift up my room and plant it firmly inside my new home in Germany. I have so much junk. Not just any junk, though. This junk is all very near and dear to my heart. Sentimental junk, if you will.
For my birthday this year, Nick made me homemade stationary for writing letters in Germany. It’s all so pretty that I might just write letters to myself. We made horse stationary today. Handsome, regal horses with silver and gold stars. Perfection.