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
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