The past few days have been rough. My weekend was lovely, but apart from that I have been a chaotic, anxious, overly emotional, not-hot-mess. The tree house is fun in theory - and of course wonderful when Tyler is actually in town - but living in constant fear of creatures (and roaches) and having those fears come true late at night would lead anyone to a hotel in their own city, drinking a chocolate milkshake from Burger King for dinner. Right?
It's not just the roaches. It's the lack of peace of mind which leads to negativity in all areas of my life: school, sleep, health, general well-being/happiness, etc. And you know how when one thing goes wrong everything goes wrong? Well, I lost the most sentimentally valuable item I own, my cameo ring from 1900 that happens to be irreplaceable. I'm hoping it will show up like it did a couple years ago when this happened.
Complaints aside, I have a superhuman mother who helps me figure things out, a sweet boyfriend who sends me flowers, friends that make me laugh, and Hope + Union. It's the most beautiful, peaceful coffee shop I've ever experienced, and they serve banana nutella turnovers from heaven.* I don't know what I would do without this perfect, cozy, safe haven that has become my new home.
*From heaven, or Wildflour Pastry. One of the two.