I have this incredible and most outrageous journey in a little over six months that i’m over the moon about.
But it’s not November 10th.
We’re still in April.
So everything that I do from now up until the day that I move and board that plane at Dulles International Airport at 5:35pm seems ….. a bit boring. My life … a bit boring. My pictures … a bit boring. You can tell my lack of enthralled attitude toward my day-to-day life can be simply put in one 140 character tweet and thats it. Not an entire blog.
I don’t go out anymore because i’m saving all of my money. I work nothing but nights, and work on the weekends. Why? To save more money. Italy is not a cheap place to live in. The only people I see are my parents and sometimes, thats rarely the case. I just feel like I’ve thrown myself into preparing on the escape and forgetting that I actually skipped over the part of me having to wait. Its agonizing.
I go to bed every night and mark another day off my calendar and wake up every morning looking at my plane ticket that has magnets incased around it on the fridge, with a silver of piece of paper that reads, “You can create any world to live in” from an old fortune cookie. My heart, my imagination, my entire being is already in Italy. Whats left in America is just a body. And i’m anticipating for the reunion where both will collide and an orgasm of creativity will happen. My life will start again, the pause button will be pushed to play. Everything just seems irrelevant in my world. At least, until November.
maybe it's out of line to ask but I think it might be alright since you talk about your relationship status quite a bit (ooorrrr you can leave it my ask box). Do you consider yourself non-monogamous/polyamorous or just single and not wanting to be committed? If it happens, are you comfortable falling for someone or do you consider that more than what you’re looking for and that you're unavailable emotionally? Also, feel free to be like BITCH YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE and not answer.
BITCH YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE!
I’m emotionally and physically not available for anybody. I’ve somehow found myself comfortable with being single. There are days when I sit down and think about it and have the same reaction (as the gif I reblogged) “God. I’m single as fuck” but it doesn’t prompt the solution of going out to get somebody to fall in love with me. It will probably prompt me to go out and get laid more than likely.
I’m at the selfish stage of my life. Where everything is me, me, me, me. Where is my career going? Is it even going? What am I making myself for dinner? When can I travel? There has never been the question of, “when am I going to settle down?” “when will somebody be my boyfriend?” There are too many i’s and never any we’s or us’s. Which means I’m not ready to be open to having somebody share my life. It would be unfair to them.
So I just have premarital sex and don’t ask them how their day was.