Spent this week just chilling alternating with more social time than i've had in... years? I worked from home. I did little day trips - one into Toronto to meet a friend for lunch and beers; a drive through rolling wheat fields to meet my friend and his family; walking around and around the park with my cousin with coffees while her kids played in the playground**. I went to my uncle's house and ate an indian dinner with at least 6 dishes on the table; familiar accents and stories precious because hardly anyone else would find them interesting. Thai lunch with one of my closest friends from elementary/high school, exactly halfway between the towns where we grew up. Lots of community and history here. I've known my "newest" friend since 2001. It wasn't that i didn't make friends after that, but I guess once I moved I had to triage and I couldn't keep up with everyone. Plus, y'know. Facebook. I know what's happening, right? ha.
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I don't get restless here. When I'm bored I read a book, go for a walk, clean something, cook, talk to one of my parents... the options are endless and based on years of habit. Why do I feel so bored and restless in DC so often? I have not yet figured out how to be alone there. This is everything.

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BT has an important meeting at work today. If it goes badly, it would be a "huge win" for me (his words), meaning - maybe i get him to move to DC. I am hoping he gets everything he wants but also it wouldn't be the end of the world if he didn't. Being the supportive gf is hard sometimes. I just want us to live happily ever after and it's hilarious that i still think that's a thing.

**we walked around and around because if we stopped for -one second- the kids would come and cry for us to push them on the swing/play on the teeter-totter/mediate a dispute/open a water bottle.

8:58 a.m. - 2017-08-25