Humidifier in the Room

I'm thinking of a place of my own and on the verge of looking for one too.  Things are tight, but that includes money so we'll have to see how far I can get.  

When I get home I either want to vent and then retreat, or just retreat.  Either way I always want to retreat and when I don't my whole being seems to swell with worry.  

I can decompress in the company of others, but sometimes that anxiety finds places to store and hide so it doesn't have to come out in front of people.  

And then I resort to solitude anyway because I can breathe things out in steady or exasperated puffs.  It just finds it's own way to escape.

photos from littleteacups and tumblr