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I feel strangely emotional today. It could be my exhaustion [ eight hours in the company of strangers doing party things and watching my youngest sister receive gifts for her first baby ], but I'm really at an odds with a lot of things.
No quotes today. Only a cut.
I should clarify. My used to be best friend from high school came to visit yesterday. She spent the night and the majority of today with me. It was...surprisingly okay aside from the fact I felt rather unaccomplished compared to her - finishing her masters, living in London, boyfriend, probably never coming home again except to visit. But we live rather separate lives, and I shouldn't feel inadequate considering I'm doing better than the majority of those I graduated with. REGARDLESS OF THAT...
It was good. Great even. I liked being able to just ramble on about things, crawl into bed and spend another hour talking. It's what we did in high school all those years we knew each other. It wasn't awkward. More familiar than anything.
I definitely wouldn't mind doing it again, though she's leaving in a few days to go back to London. I think, next year, I'll fly to see her. Let her give me a tour of the city. Besides, I'll have a place to stay, and that's more than half the difficulty of traveling. We'll see.
There's nothing else really. I'm knitting more. I bought a loom (and three other sets of different size needles) at![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
witchinghours suggestion; have yet to try it out, but I will when I get the chance.
And I think, somehow, I may be falling for someone. I'm not sure what to do.
No quotes today. Only a cut.
I should clarify. My used to be best friend from high school came to visit yesterday. She spent the night and the majority of today with me. It was...surprisingly okay aside from the fact I felt rather unaccomplished compared to her - finishing her masters, living in London, boyfriend, probably never coming home again except to visit. But we live rather separate lives, and I shouldn't feel inadequate considering I'm doing better than the majority of those I graduated with. REGARDLESS OF THAT...
It was good. Great even. I liked being able to just ramble on about things, crawl into bed and spend another hour talking. It's what we did in high school all those years we knew each other. It wasn't awkward. More familiar than anything.
I definitely wouldn't mind doing it again, though she's leaving in a few days to go back to London. I think, next year, I'll fly to see her. Let her give me a tour of the city. Besides, I'll have a place to stay, and that's more than half the difficulty of traveling. We'll see.
There's nothing else really. I'm knitting more. I bought a loom (and three other sets of different size needles) at
witchinghours suggestion; have yet to try it out, but I will when I get the chance.And I think, somehow, I may be falling for someone. I'm not sure what to do.