Kthanksbye

Hi. I just recently moved out of my house of 23 and 6 months to become an expat, today I'm leaving Blogger.

I've been Tumblrized. If you happen to link this page at your site, please redirect it here. Thank you and see you around.

What my first week of waking up on another continent feels like

It's like jumping and not knowing the expected landing. The free-falling part is divine but the second part knots my stomach, freezes a fraction of my brain, makes me wonder if my parachute is going to open and at the same time makes me want to shout and cry on to a familiar name.

I'm ok but I've been better.

These I miss yous and I wish you were heres are torture.

Look, I can't even gather decent sentences to make a decent blogpost.

Hey stranger, this is

Empty

Two things I wanna do

1. Hold a balloon
2. While crying my eyes out

Because tonight, I am drama but I don't look the part.

Anonymously comment this with

A secret
A love note for someone (you may or may not write to whom it's for)
Line/s to your current favorite song
Something you wanted to tell me
And a hint to who you are

Holyfrigginguacamoleyes, I'm that bored.

I need sad

I need sad. I can't write incredibly long posts that mean something, or so I think, when I'm happy.

And to answer your question, yes, I'm happy.

Ok, I'm not that happy. Not that long post tomorrow.

Today I woke up

Today, I woke up with the sunlight flooding my face leaking from the dusty window that I’ve been meaning to clean since last year.

Today, I woke up with a crisp mountain of a blanket near the foot of my bed.

Today, I woke up with my right hand snuggled under my pillow; with my left hand snuggled under my neck.

Today, I woke up with the notebooks I have to fill, with the pens I have to use and the books I have yet to read on the surface of the table adjacent to the right side of my bed.

Today, I woke up to Rascal Flatts on repeat inside my head.

Today, I woke up missing you. More than I’m even allowed to.

Today, I woke up.