Between Graduation (May 14) and today, I have been to New York City three times. And as much as I love the city and love to travel, my body has reacted pretty violently to the torture. Now I'm back in the District for one last uninterrupted stretch (hopefully), 3 weeks of stability before I move on to new york and shake things up again. I'm staying with a friend, because my old lease ended and because there was no point finding a new place for 30 days only... But that's half of the reason.
I think that, in a way, deep down, I'm here because I want the company. It is easy for me to get lost in my head and enjoy my own company so much that I shut the rest of the world out. And now that I will be living on my own in a few weeks I feel a little weird, like I am going somewhere far away that no one will be able to find me. I don't know if this makes much sense...
I voiced these fears to a friend (my personal unpaid shrink) the other day, and he thinks I need a boyfriend. Haaaaa, long story. Good night. :)
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