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Haha, “just” getting married :p
I mean, I feel 8934879823723 jillion billion percent more comfortable with getting married than having a baby right now…
Babies LIVE. INSIDE. YOU. And then when they live outside you, they are your masters and commanders for the next 18-24 years. Which like, in a few years, yeah, I want to start on that journey. But. In a few years, haha.
Will there ever be a time I go to bed less than forty minutes after I intend to?
Are you having a baby?
Haha, no, nooo. Just getting married. But I think that’s jumpstarting my more motherly instincts.
I’ve been soooooo weirdly particular about how messy and dirty and cluttered my apartment is and who is taking up my space and taking over my responsibilities the past few weeks… There’s just an oppressive anxiety over 99% of everything I’m a part of.
I think this must be partially symptomatic of what they call “nesting.”
At first glance, these objects may look like planets but they are actually photos of the bottoms of frying pans.
I’M SO MAD RIGHT NOW
I was totally worried about this before I got married bc I’d lived alone for 2 years and love my alone time. A year later, it hasn’t been an issue once. It’ll be okay! :)
Thanks :] I mean, I’m not too worried about it, but right now I just want to be alone and my roommate is home and it’s making me think too much.
It’s the afternoons I can spend alone I cherish. But inevitably, roommates always return… Sigh.
Friendly reminder to myself: I will never have my own room again. And I mean, obviously there are some pros to this (i.e. Robbie), but I like my own space from time to time… Anyway, though, I need to be used to this shared quarters stuff already, because it’s been this way for almost three years now, and it ain’t changin’ from here on out.