Found My Summer Dress

I found my summer dres at a goodwill in Miami. i saw the colors and pattern of the fabric and my heart stopped, unfortunately it was a grandmother dress from the 80s with big shoulder pads. i transformed it one night, waffle freaked out. i'll post pictures of it here when i get some, someday soon i'll get my life back into somewhat of a seemingly workable thing.

Asheville and beyond

I am lying in Vanessa's bed sick as a dog with one part of the summer over. My trip to Nicaragua & Guatemala with Sadye and Nina seemingly a dream and a wake up call. I was amazed at what i learned in such a short amount of time, and how it seemed that i could never soak up everything that i wanted to see. i am at a loss for words, except for when i think about small things like meeting up with friends and swimming in the lake. letting the stillness and the waves overwhelm me. I thought i would come to terms with a lot of questions in my life and instead feel that much more uneasy in it. More questioning, more doubt, more insecurities while i feel more sure in myself and my desires.

being sick is not helping the questioning. the Cipro and the Flagyl. the uneasiness and the need for sleep and the inability to find somewhere quiet. i keep having a day dream about a hotel room, cable, hot baths for hours, and just me there writing. I know it would be a lonely reality, being at the arms reach of friends is a good place to be even if it isn't restful.