
I sat down to write something here today, and I'm... stumped. There's a plethora of topics I'd like to write about: how saying goodbye is harder for some people more than others, how coming home can mean coming back to the things you once loved but drifted from, how I just want to sit in a corner and read for the duration of this weekend, how this post in response to the recent #blacklivesmatter happenings resonated with me, how it's my birthday and I have absolutely no plans and am satisfyingly okay with that, and the list goes on.
So here I am, sitting at my brand new desk (thanks, husband) inspired to write about all the things but am only motivated to go downstairs, warm up a bowl of chicken tortellini soup and watch Broad City until my mom comes over. So that's what I'm going to do, because it's my birthday and I'll lounge if I want to, and also because I'm coming off a 10-hour day at the office, and as much as I'm loving this new desk, I'm not in the mood to sit at one any longer than I have to.
That's all.