The heart wants funny things.
I wrote something, in which I’m positive I am all whine. (So I won’t post it.) I suppose tonight I got a little want-y. Specially, in regards to wanting my own bedroom. In the last month, I’ve traveled more than my being can stand.
Right now, I want my own bedroom and no suitcases.
I want dressers. A closet. All my clothes in one place. Ugh. I just want an apartment of my own. Perhaps, a good friend as a roommate to keep me company. But overall a place I call my own.
It’s silly and in time, eventually, it will come. I just have to be patient, but patience doesn’t always come easy.