In Which I'm a Grown-Ass Adult
I’ve been really terrible about blogging, I know. A lot has happened since I last wrote, but none of it felt particularly exciting or blog-worthy, even though it might have been. I’m convinced that no one reads these, no one cares, my writing is terrible. I’ve written at least three posts since my last one in July, but I’ve deleted all of them. I’m trying to get better and to see this more as a record of what’s going on in my life so I can look back on it later. Since July; I turned 26 in August and I feel weird about it, like it’s still not quite sunk in. I went out with friends for the night and had a good time. I only got some pictures of Dustin and I, I wish I had gotten at least one of the whole group. Birthday shenanigans at Tinwell Dustin went on a TDY to Tucson for two weeks. The first three days I got to stretch out as much as I liked in bed, the next nine days I had to sleep in an empty bed. The novelty of having a whole queen sized bed to myself wore off r...