orange to blue

and how i wish i was an ocean (maybe then…)

Saturday mornings are my favorite moment of the week.  Both K and I sleep in, but since I get up at 5:30 on weekdays, my definition of “sleeping in” is 8:00 or so, while his is more like 10:30.  So I have two beautiful solitary hours to spend on the couch with my laptop, my kittens, and a cup of spicy chai tea from Trader Joe’s, watching the sun rise over the hills past our deck.  I wish every morning could be like this.

We need to get back in regular contact.  It’s funny to go back through gchat archives, esp from fall 2007, where my “Chat with [orange] (560 lines)” dates are like 9/4, 9/5, 9/6, 9/6, 9/7, 9/7, 9/7, 9/9, 9/9, 9/9, etc.  (and that doesn’t even take into account phone calls and text messages and e-mails).

reading past gchats really makes me miss college.

sort of.  I feel much more comfortable with myself now than I ever did in college.  I thought that kind of transformation was supposed to take place between high school and college, and I’m kind of mad that it didn’t, because now I want a do over.  I want to see what those four years would have been like without the crippling insecurities and irrational fixations.

but I think those experiences were necessary.  and I like where I’m at now, mentally.  So all’s well.

except for the fact we still don’t live in the same time zone.