This is completely not RA related.
Yep, a couple of weeks ago when I decided to decline 2 invitations to various beaches and decided that I would NOT be going to the annual party I go to for July 4th at a friends in Greenville, I was psyched.
3 glorious days with not a damn thing to do. 3 glorious days with no obligations. 3 glorious days by myself.
On July 5th, I will tell you this: I am driving myself crazy. I have been shopping, I have been walking in the park twice, I have watched every movie I have and have cursed Netflix for only letting me have 3 movies at a time. All the books on my shelves? Read them. The only things I haven’t done: unpack more, clean, and laundry.
I guess it’s part of being in a new town- at first I was psyched to not have any obligations (you know….because I don’t have any friends) but now I’m over it. And 3 days alone with my thoughts have not necessarily been a good thing.
Sigh. Bring on the laundry.