I just bought myself a toy from an actual toy shop and the cashier asked if I wanted it gift-wrapped. I said “Nah, I’ll do it at home.” I worry about where my life’s going sometimes.
I still don’t have Internet in my new house so I can’t go on Tumblr other than on my phone. I’ll be back before the queue runs out though.
On another note, I made new friends and last night we spent the whole night drinking wine and talking about our childhood phenomenons. It was pretty hilarious at some point since we were listening to the Rugrats theme song and talking about Backstreet Boys.
Up until this point I was pretty upset that since I moved out on my own, everything changed forever. A huge era of my life just ended. My childhood is gone forever. No more waking up to mu cat purring beside me and mom making pancakes downstairs or coming home to dad playing the new Simon & Garfunkel song he learned the day before or getting calls from my sister about boyfriend problems. It’s all gone. But I just thought, so what if that era ended? It doesn’t necessarily mean that I have to grow up and leave my childhood behind. Talking about kindergarten traumas and obsessions with cartoon characters made me realize I can still create my own family here. I can still wake up to a friend making pancakes. I can still have a family here. So moving isn’t necessarily bad. Even if that era ended, there is another fucking awesome one just starting.
I know most of my peers had terrible childhoods and can’t wait to get away from their own families but mine wasn’t like that. My parents are the most gentle and sweetest people I know. They’re understanding and caring and when I was going through depression, my family were the only people that were there for me. Them being so lovely has made leaving them much harder but it’s also making me appreciate everything about my past which is necessary to have a healthy start at the rest of my life.
Positivity. You guys should try it sometime.
I’m hiding behind the bathroom door I used to hide behind as a kid so they won’t take me to the airport.
I’m a very domestic person, moving all the time is just isn’t for me.
No one is controlling my happiness other than me.
The last thing I’m trying to do is brag or sound pretentious.
So hit read more unless you’re going to be a judgmental prick.