I
feel like I’ve been running around nonstop lately. I’m constantly shuffling
back and forth between Brooklyn and Manhattan for work. This past weekend I
took a spontaneous trip with some friends to Vermont. We went up on Saturday
and back on Sunday. It meant spending hours crammed in the backseat of a pickup
truck cab, but I was as content as could be except for the occasional body part
falling asleep. I felt like I was in a fit of giggles the entire time. Whenever
I’m stagnant I feel the instinct to wander. Whenever I’m away from home I crave
the peaceful hours spent doing relaxing. I try to find a balance of both, but
it seems to be one or the other these days. Things have definitely settled down
since I’ve gotten settled in my apartment. Here are some details of the
decorations in my room. It’s become a place where I can truly relax and find
solace.
