That said, my life has taken a turn for the absolutely wonderful. I have made a handful (understatement) of new friends in the last few months, and I feel as though I am almost never in my apartment. The quiet moments I do have with myself are likely spent doing laundry, making a giant breakfast, perpetually washing dishes, and sobbing at every favorite character being killed off on Downton Abbey (mental health, it's real y'all). I have yet to finish hanging my art in my place, but I am done apologizing to myself for it. Things are coming along at a pace I enjoy, my freezer is fully stocked of amazing things I cooked and froze for my future self, I have an absurd selection of tea just for me, and I'm feeling truly blissful right now. Pinch me.
1 My studio bedroom // 2 Parks and Rec, Mexi brunch for one // 3 Writing a letter // 4 Moriah at PQM // 5 Artic char on toast and Bloody Mary's at PQM // 6 Clawed Meownet i.e. Emma Martin at New Wave // 7 French toast for breakfast // 8 Day drinking at Big Star // 9 Cornbread and chili dinner for two