Today is cold and rainy in DC which is pretty unusual but suits my mood today. It’s a Joni Mitchell kind of day. I’m a little burned out and somewhat sick as a result of over-planning. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of rarely turning down invitations and trying cram as many people and places in as possible. That’s probably not the best way to go about my time and now I’m forcing myself to have a quiet weekend and catch up on sleep to make up for it before this cold turns into a bigger problem. My grandfather always tells me, “you can’t have your ass at 18 weddings!” and would certainly be reminding me that today. It’s something I need to keep in mind a bit better in the months ahead.
Next weekend I’ll be moving into my new apartment and I can’t wait for the stability that it will bring. I will finally be able to keep ingredients in the house and cook regularly, which I have been sorely missing this summer. My summer situation hasn’t been bad but it will be so incredibly nice to have my own place. It’s in an amazing location that’s simultaneously quiet and in the heart of everything so I really couldn’t ask for too much more than that.