yearn time: having lived with roommates and my parents and in student housing for the last few years i am LONGING for my own place like. yeah the studio i have rn is very nice but it isn't really a home. it comes fully furnished with a 6 month lease and i moved in with a suitcase and a few boxes. ive done my best to make it cozy and homey but in the end its a glorified hotel room and not meant to be a permanent thing. i desperately want a place that i can COME HOME TO. my own little nest u know? i want my stuff! i miss my books! i miss having my sewing painting crafting materials around! my books ough. the point is: nothing transitory anymore. a place without an expiration date. im not suggesting that i want to *settle down* or even stay there for longer than 5 years necessarily Imaour but it should be an option. you know? clear horizons and so on. no tickling cock excuse me ticking clock. anyway. the feeling is so strong its basickly overshadowing all of my other plans and goals and dreams at the moment i–

i feel a little crazy tbh. i really cannot wait to get out of here. and to arrive somewhere else. wherever that may be