There are many things I could say about the majority of September, but travel was not among those words. I have been trying to decide life plans and what I am doing with myself, I have work(which is PHENOMENAL by the way) but what else. I am here in this fantastic city with none of my usual vices: my crafts, sewing machines and the nearest AC Moore is 4014 miles. Yeah I googled it. So now what? I need a project. Its not that I don't have things that I could do, I am an expert time waster, I in fact have whole folders devoted to the most inane and useless websites you could find. Its not even like I spend hours on TFLN or postsecret, no these website are much worse. Alas, I need focus or a direction of my personal life that I have yet to find. I have very little athletic skill(See hand eye coordination) so joining some sports team here is out of the question, I like baking but baking does no favors for me and thus forces me to runjog awkwardly canter around the city. My attempts at running have been vividly compared to that of a baby dinosaur and a horse stuck in the mud. So that rules picking up some kind of cross country. I bought a basil plant, and aptly named him Phillip, but he is already shedding all his leaves. I hope he will survive the month I have grown quite fond of him.
