I got sucked back into social media a few weeks ago.
I’m guilty of admitting that I’ve spent a lot of time browsing pages during my time here at the cottage.
It’s interesting what information you can dig up on these apps. I guess we have no idea what is truly going on in people’s lives but it’s apparent that I’m at the age where my peers are settling.
A few getting married and having kids, a majority of them are still single and focusing on their careers (whatever they may be). Some are still cruising into the same club every weekend and drinking the same bottle of Henny. I’m not hating because sometimes I look at their stories and I know they’re having more fun than me! Ha!
It’s probably best I take another hiatus. It’s truly none of my business what people I don’t talk to are doing.
This is the last week I am in this cottage, and although not much has happened except for this bronze tan and lots of good food and reads … it’s still better than being crammed in an office like everyone else.
I don’t know if I’ll have another summer of luxury like this. I don’t really know what my reality is or what it will be. I don’t even know what reality is anymore…not in this day and age.
I looked at my notes from this time last year, and the year before and so on…. and I feel like I’ve been floating in life. From home to home, city to city, sunrise to sunset… I’ve lived through books and movies. I’ve spent a lot of time on the road and in between mountains. Relationships that destroyed me and friendships that helped me grow. What a damn journey of self-discovery … and yet, I’m not sure of who I am… still.
On one hand, I want to flick a lighter and travel with my thoughts. On the other, I feel like I need to get serious.
About what exactly? Who knows. But if I’m supposed to be right where I’m at, then so be it. It’s a beautiful view after all.