It seems that everyone and their mother went out of town this weekend. (including my mother) I’ve spent the majority of it on the couch watching Luther. It was kind of a lonely weekend. Certainly not in a bad way. I’ve been running around like crazy lately so I needed the break. But tonight I was feeling a little stir crazy and I couldn’t face the gym, so I threw out my failed baking project from this afternoon and took myself for a walk by the bayou.
It felt good outside tonight. The perfect combination of sticky and breezy. The air smelled like pine needles and sounded like a fucking army of cicadas. And I was listening to my new southern gothic/witchy/fall playlist even though it will be summer here for at least another 6 weeks.
And of course it made me miss my walks around the lakes with my best friend. It made me miss this whole summer. Hot nights like this with my friends, letting post grad unemployment wash over us. Wandering the streets of New Orleans, sweating out on the patio of our favorite bar, or out by someone’s pool, or in someone’s courtyard eating fabulous food and drinking good beer. Because we have very discerning taste for a bunch 20-somethings.
I dreaded moving back home. I thought I’d feel aimless and lost and lonely. But it turns out I have a handful of really great friends left in town. And I’ve made some really exciting contacts. And I really like my job, even though it’s not the job. And I never thought I’d wanna stay here. But it’s only been a month and it’s like all my roots regrew out of nowhere. (ugh my hair roots too, but I’m trying the low maintenance thing right now so I’m just gonna go with it) And the truth is for the right job I’d leave in a heartbeat. But sticky nights like this would make me sad to go. The South has got it’s hooks in me, y’all.@8 hours ago with 3 notes