sat in my half dark living room after a whole group of good friends have left listening to chilled out music.

i feel wonderfully content

and at the same time terribly sad

content that i have such good friends, and that im still in london, and that i have a great husband

and im not sure why i feel terribly sad. perhaps because this isnt my house, and home feels like a really distant concept

and that this isnt for the long term. we are likely to move again in a year.

its such an odd feeling. want to sit and loose myself in a book but instead im going out to watch a loud film with lots of people.

wonderfully content

terribly sad

oh-sarah:

I want to go here, now.

Sigh

oh-sarah:

• Nobody writes letters anymore
• I should really take guitar lessons
• Give me a weekend in log cabin
• ..A fire
• …Someone who makes me laugh
• ….Blankets
• …..Movies
• ……Red wine.
• I wonder if I’m intrinsically anxious
• Or maybe it’s just my heart striving
• Or maybe it’s seasonal
• Maybe we’re all seasonal
• How do some people come to be so full of charm
• Give it away
• I need silence more than I care to acknowledge
• It’s ok
• Ryan Adam’s tickets go on sale tomorrow

The one time we were organised enough to leave early and the bike won’t work. Gutted

And breathe

Run away and hide? I like that option

would be an understatement

and it definately feels like we are being moved out

exhausted

2012 has the potential to be either the greatest year yet or the most painful, or potentially both

Thinks that next few months could be some of the hardest yet Don’t let me go Don’t let me go Don’t let me go