it's gotten cold. our water heater no longer works. our windows don't close properly and there's a draft under the door. our shoes have holes and bank accounts are empty. we spend our days wondering when we can afford to eat. and yet, somehow, we are happy.
this, is love.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Chapter 39 - The road more or less traveled
The sun is shining in Paris again. I feel spoiled. The sun never shines this much.
I celebrate the sunshine by staying in bed because it's also cold and I don't take well to goosebumps.
Entering into unemployment month numero cinq and stircrazy might be an understatement for how I feel. Albeit uneventful, it was nice to work for a couple of days back in August. Gave me a reason to leave the apt.
Not down though; quite happy in fact. Things are well. Nothing to complain about, save for a lack of income. I have a roof, food, Paris, and love. Life has taught me to appreciate these simple things.
I celebrate the sunshine by staying in bed because it's also cold and I don't take well to goosebumps.
Entering into unemployment month numero cinq and stircrazy might be an understatement for how I feel. Albeit uneventful, it was nice to work for a couple of days back in August. Gave me a reason to leave the apt.
Not down though; quite happy in fact. Things are well. Nothing to complain about, save for a lack of income. I have a roof, food, Paris, and love. Life has taught me to appreciate these simple things.
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