What does it serve
to have
when the more we have
the more we have to
lose.
I'M OVER IT.
Moved into my first big-girl apartment fully equipped with:
space
a pool
more bills than I can keep straight.
Lost complete motivation to:
spin
buy perishable groceries
primp.
Found textbook addictions to:
Candy crush
my brand new queen-size extra-firm bed
cherries.
Experienced just how long one can survive without:
internet
seeing the boy you like
a day off.
Entertained absolutely ludicrous plans to:
quit my job
move to New York/Seattle/Florence
open a frozen banana stand.
Worried endlessly about non-mutually worried:
customers
art to fill my bare walls
Donny, and when he'll finally go belly up.
And let's not forget about choosing:
between working out and working Bonefish
curtain/area rug/candle scent schematics
to be honest about your fears of commitment.
And responsibility: the reigning champion over:
becoming an unshaven (happy) hippie
ignoring ignorant design suggestions
maxing out all credit at H&M.
Because this young life full of
frantic preparation
doctor visits that don't end with lollipops
scheduled hibernation
Is passing all too
fast
fast
fast.
To: Bean, Hoyt, Katelyne, Sebastian, Ben, Cassie, Faith, Efrain, Jerms, and Matt.
Everyone that called.
Everything that texted.
Everyone that thought of me on my day of delivery.
thankyouthankyouthankyou.
I blinked one time too many
and woke up 24.
Holy. Guaca-Effing-Mole.
Where did 23 go?
(Not that I'll miss it.)
Here's to my new office,
my ever-confused heart
and 25.
that right there is MY ticket to Dollywood/
sweetest birthday present ever/
a very good sign of things to come.
(!!!)
(Click it. Duh.)
One scoop of basil cream,
One scoop of avocado.
Wow.
If only I had realized way back then that
quality
(people, work, time)
can't be assumed of anything
once you leave the dome
of people completely submersing themselves
only
in the things they
love--
that fraction of time when you're only
accountable
to the things regarding your
passion.
