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I want to live simply. I want to sit by windows when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove.
This past weekend, we got away. Things have been rough and exhausting. I can’t remember what frame of mind I was in about 10 days ago at work when I thought about booking a trip up north, I just knew that the idea of getting out of dodge and doing some cc-skiing sounded relaxing, especially in contrast to the intensity of the past month. 945 more words
“Is this all there is?” I muttered to myself, dismayed. It was 7 am and I was at work, in a harsh, brightly lit and yet eerily quiet space, I couldn’t call it a room since when you stood in the very centre it went on as far as the eye could see…..miles of angry lights staring hungrily down at me amidst a surreal quietness which was only interrupted by one or two others, all mirroring each other with sleep in our eyes and habitually, a heavy thud of a hangover from too much partying the night before. 588 more words