inspired

inspired


Tomorrow night I'll have been here 1 month and a week, teaching 2 of those weeks.
I finally feel like my apartment is becoming mine... it's almost midnight and I still haven't started planning my lessons for tomorrow, my guitar is out and my fingers sore, dirty dishes in the sink, chocolate rappers in the garbage can, books and journals scattered about the room, pictures on the wall, a cup of half-full now cold coffee, magazine clippings scattered across my table and a now-finished birthday card for Amy. My TV still isn't functioning because I've been too lazy to untangle the vine-like mass of wires and find plugs for them all.