Bored. Bored and dissatisfied.
I had great fun over thanksgiving, getting to see Aaron and getting to hang out with PEOPLE again. But the contrast between then and now is...unacceptable.
If I could only have a worry-free day, though, I would be contented to wait till Christmas for my life to start up again. (I know this time was supposed to get me used to fending for myself, etc., but really? I can fend for myself, I'm doing it fine, and I just want some fun now.)
Madame Enos once said that her 40s were her best years--she felt comfortable in her skin, and everything was good.
So I can't wait till I feel that way, even if it necessitates developing some wrinkles and a few gray hairs.
Though until then, I will have fun being my awkward self.