Wonderfall

You guys!

Oh. My. Goodness. 

I fell in love this weekend!

... with Pier 1 Imports. 

I went on my usual drive around town this weekend to get out of the house for a few hours. I had a specific goal in mind: finding pretty decals to spice up my bedroom wall a bit. Of course, upon entering the store, I felt awkward and out of place, especially since I've never been there before. But, as I explored beyond the wall decor section, I absolutely fell in love. 

Everything in the store was so vividly bright and colorful. The pillows were soft, plush, and luxuriously designed (especially those that were designed with a Middle Eastern flare). The kitchenware were brilliantly colored and the other bits and bobs were just so cute and unique, I wanted to purchase them all.They were also having an 'End of Summer' Sale, so everything just seemed to be reasonably priced.

I can definitely picture myself decorating my future home/apartment with some of the items seen in the store. I can't wait for an excuse to go back there, and if I can't think of a reason to return, I'll go back just to window shop. 

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My Junk

My Junk by Spring Awakening (Broadway Play)

I fell in love with this song Spring Semester, freshman year of college (2007). My school was a liberal arts school, there were tons of art/music majors, and we were just an hour train ride from NY so EVERYONE was a fan of Broadway musicals. I'm not even going to lie, I loved it too... but did I have a choice? My roomie at the time had the Spring Awakening soundtrack on repeat for about 2 months after seeing it on Broadway. Good times. 

Wanted: Old Support System

 

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Sometimes, I miss all the support I once had from friends.

I miss being able to tell them just about anything. 

About those times of excitement and terrifying times

(Like, junior year of college when I had a mini-breakdown during a 'Grey's Anatomy' commercial break. There was my friend ready to listen, pass me tissues and offer advice)

Lately, I just feel that I can't tell anyone much of anything,

For fear of being ridiculed or having details of my personal life spread abroad (and more often than not, the two go hand-in-hand)

Besides, who is there to tell?

With time, I've been learning that as I get older, the close friends of the past may not be the close friends of the future.

It is as if our lives and paths of friendship have bifurcated and they have become strangers.

And why would I want to share the most intimate parts of my life with strangers? 

Although, I have hear that this can be extremely therapeutic for some.

It just wouldn't be the same for me though, because they are not strangers. They know pieces of the 13, 16, and 20 year old me that no one else knows.

I guess that makes them strangers of the present me.

Maybe it's better this way. 

For fear of sounding ungrateful, I would like to mention that I have a great support system otherwise. My beau and my friend from high school are the greatest and most trustworthy people in my life right now. Not to mention a few of the women from my current church home in Connecticut. Maybe that's all I need right now, you know? But it sure does feel like I'm missing out on some...

This may take a little getting used to.

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