I feel lately that my mind is a huge jumble of thoughts and because of this, it makes coming up with a blog I actually think people will want to read, difficult.
We're still waiting to find out when we leave Italy and where we are going. I know people are just eager to see Sean and I again, but every convo I have with my family contains the words, "So when are you coming home?" This is the million dollar question and one I cannot answer. I'm honestly kind of tired of trying to answer it.
I feel like a big ball of emotions lately. It seems like the slighest thing can turn my stellar day into the most craptastic day ever.
I feel restless a lot lately. As if one thing cannot hold my attention. I go through this every year at varying times, but I hate it. It's just not me.
I keep finding myself wanting things and when I see other people with those things it makes me jealous. I hate being jealous. It is not a favorite trait of mine. These "things" range from a successful Etsy shop, to a toned body, to traits that I admire in others.
It would be nice to be able to plan things without wondering where I'll be within the next month.
I've discovered lines and wrinkles on my face that were not there before. I'd hoped I'd age gracefully, but I didn't think I'd start doing it at the tender age of 28.