Somehow my morning jam of Passion Pit and bhangra rap became Bon Iver and The National and now I’m both sleepy and melancholy. Today is cold and foggy and rainy and here are the things I would rather be doing:
-Drinking tea
-Reading a library book
-Learning French
-Knitting
-Cuddling under a blanket
-Writing
It is times like now that I do miss school, miss wandering around campus in the rain and getting snacks at food carts and curling up in a chair in the corner of the library with a book or five books. I miss the freedom, not of being out on my own (which I obviously still have) but of being able to choose what I did each day. Sure, I had to go to class, and usually work, but the variety of a schedule and the occasional mornings off or having my day end at noon made it feel less like a trap. I’m not unhappy or anything, but some days (i.e, today) I feel like I’m moving slower and time is moving faster and my life is going somewhere without my consent.
