Soap Channel...stop me.

Yes. I'm sitting here, paid holiday time, watching One Tree Hill on Soap Channel.

Which is my way of starting another rambly rl post. Yes I am watching the Soap Channel. No I'm not watching re-runs of Days because, as far as I know, they don't show the Jensen episodes. So, next best thing, One Tree Hill. I DON'T KNOW WHY!! Chad Michael Murray. What is the deal? I'm trying to figure that out.

My third day off in a row at my new place. Which is odd for this reason: I have lived with someone for the whole of my life. I've never just had my own time to think my own thoughts and here my own music and all that stuff. Those of you who've lived alone for a while might know what I'm talking about. This is just such an odd experience. I'm flying over unmapped territory and now I just get to look out the window and see what the landscape looks like. I have to laugh at myself, I'm I little whiny because I'm alone. After working so hard to get my own space, doesn't that seem a little churlish? LOL. I guess the therapist was right, you can feel two things at once.

So, I made banana bread in my O'Keefe and Merritt stove, filled my Philco fridge with vintage soda and real food from trader joe's. Eat when I'm hungry. Sleep when I'm tired. Watched a season and a half of SPN. Started writing again. Knitting. I'm not sure if it feels good or bad. I'm not sure that's even really what I'm trying to do. It feels authentic. And that's what I'm trying to do.

I'm kinda proud of myself.