Epic exhaustion.
Maybe going home would’ve been a good idea. And it is not an easy task for me to admit that.
I have had no break from Cambridge livin’ in months, and it is starting to take its toll. Epic exhaustion is what I have dubbed it. Epic. I just want to get away from it. I miss Baltimore, or more importantly I miss those that are in Baltimore right now ready to pick me up from the airport or go get gelato to go or harmonize to the radio as we literally fly down Charles Street. I need that right now.
Granted, I know going home will cause me to yearn for the Charles River to replace the Chesapeake Bay. No residence is Satisfaction Guaranteed. I’m a chronic shopping-returner. I pick one thing, and when it doesn’t fit, I go back hoping the other size will fit.
Lovies waiting in the 410, I need Saturday to be here today. Lovies here in the 617, I love you all.
In need of rest,
~Antonia
3 years ago • Notes