It's 10:30 pm on a Saturday night. I am home. I have folded my laundry, ran with Lulu, made a mini pizza (fresh ingredients, of course), made fresh baked cookies, and watched a movie with Ryan Gosling (The Ides of March-- two thumbs up).
I am in twenty-something purgatory.
Worse than limbo, I am forced in between my reality and my fantasy. While Louisville has all but kicked me out (why invest in a relationship/friendship with someone who is leaving in eight weeks?), I am not physically in my future District to hit the town with my fabulously winged friends.
What did I do? Counted my losses tonight. After a fresh coat of fire coral nail polish and a few chapters in my latest Book Club read, I'm going to catch up on some lost Z's from my arduous workweek. Tomorrow I will try again and text every-freaking-body I know to ensure that I am not wasting these gorgeous spring days or my precious twenties being lame.
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