im not sure what it is about this time of year that I get these burst of energy. I’ll lay there in bed tossing and turning trying my damn’ist to fall asleep and when finally when I start going into sleep my mind jolts right back a sound a movement a dream and right back to laying there checking the clock every so often. Huckleberry curled up next to me in-between my curled legs and stomach voicing his opinion anytime my movements disturbed his sleep, yet staying there knowing it was better to be curled there on the bed then somewhere else. somewhere between 1 and 230 I heard a drip drop on the roof after hearing the other two cats running around the house during witching hour. wondering what it could possibly be and the wind coming slightly through the windows I kept snuggled under the blankets till finally the disturbance had reawaken me once again, blurry eyed I lifted my self up looking out behind me through the window. Little white dusting all along the shed and a coating on the grass. “Hucky, look snow.” Huckleberry could care less like most felines who prefer their sleep undisturbed.

somewhere between 330 and 6 I finally fell into sleep, once waking when my alarm had gone off at 530. my attempt of getting a few things done and make coffee before my roommate had gotten home from her big vacation and having to leave back out the door for work. these small little moments left before moving out and this section, part of life is just another chapter in a myriad of series. I’m going to miss the moments when I have come home from a trip or being gone for a few week bringing home a bottle of wine and the three of us gathering around the kitchen chatting, catching up and just being silly. I genuinely like my roommates and as excited as I am about both of their endevours I am sincerely going to miss this little bit of time that we have spent living together.

I have once heard that roommates can’t be friends I have found that it is best to learn to be friends with your roommates. cooperating, learning each others boundaries, and vital communication skills leads to healthy relationships. the times of living with someone and not having friendship become a response has always made it more awkward, less likely of myself or anyone else wanting to be at the house and not feeling safe in a place where it should be your escape from the outside world. The last year with the three of us has been calming, peaceful and a place that I have looked forward to coming back to after each work trip. I have found that I enjoy remembering silly things that happen at work so I can tell them in the longest about way of what happened.

we may not be best friends but it doesn’t mean that I haven’t enjoyed the conversations, their personal views and beliefs and just their presence.

its not even like I am moving that far away…next door. at least Austen will be next door still and when I feel it has been too long since we have last chatted i’ll be that ‘neighbor’ bringing over a bottle of wine just to sit and chat for the next hour.

and these where the majority of my thoughts as went running to let out some of the energy in hopes that tonight wherever I may be sleeping, I will be able to fall asleep rather than once again tossing and turning with blitzes of energy that even melatonin can’t find against.

is it spring yet?

with love,

jess