It's Saturday afternoon. 12:30pm. I am sitting in my mothers house drinking a Stella I brought home with me from last weekend's adventure. It is the last of 2 Stellas that I smuggled back into the country with me. The last of 2 Stellas that bring memories with every sip.Memories like these:
Alas, all good things must end and I'm now back in the middle of reality... and while reality is pretty good for me right now, it's certainly not magic. I find myself wondering what I can do/where I can go to create some magical existence for myself where every day is an adventure. Is it too much to ask?
I guess I'm just waiting for that moment of clarity when it all becomes so obvious and I finally know what I want.
I think I'll be waiting a long time...
x and o
-Miss A

