i just keep telling myself: i love school. i love school. i love design. i love weaving. i love raleigh. i love my apartment.
even when i’m up pretty much all night for five days in a row working on final projects. when i’m spending tons of money on projects that may not even pass through to the next level. when i’m studying for subjects i just don’t care about. when i have to do the dishes for everyone. when i live in a messy war zone. when i’m bored and ready to go somewhere new. when i’m ready to begin the next step.
the nice thing about studying abroad was that you didn’t have to think seriously about anything except the next place you wanted to see. no thinking about the future, no thinking about deeper feelings and relationships. life was just so easy.
but, i love what i’m working the hardest on, so in a way life is good. i would just like to sleep more. and have time to take a long shower, feast on good homecooked food, and smoke copious amounts of weed with friends (colleen take note, after finals are over this is happening!).
and then i also remember that i have a great family, great friends, a good home, and plenty of opportunities ahead of me. and i’d much rather be weaving and designing than working on math/science/papers.
especially when i can weave while watching once upon a time (such a good show) and bridesmaids.
