I know what you are thinking, "Oh she's depressed again and when she comes back she's going to tell us about how she's sorry and how she hasn't cleaned her house or answered phone calls in ages. And how she swears it will be different this time because she'll talk about it, and take her medicine, and do yoga, and all around become a better person, and blah I've freaking heard this crap before blah blah."
Well you're wrong. I wasn't depressed at all.
No seems I've solved that little problem and have moved on to what now. What now that I've graduated grad school? What now that my money is running out? What now that my roommate is gone and the whole world is open to me? What now, Internet?
Answering that question has consumed a considerable amount of my time. Time that I've spent making lists, and writing resumes and cover letters, and cleaning out my junk drawer. Because there's really no excuse not to be organized just ask Martha Stewart.
And while I haven't found the answer to that particular what now question, I found a lot of other interesting things as I cleaned out and rearranged my life. Like my skinny jeans, green smoothies, fantastic friends, my backbone, and my sixth grade diary.
I promise I'll tell you all about them. But for now I need to find myself fast asleep.
I love you and I miss you.