For some reason this weekend I'm feeling rather domestic; like I just want to hunker down with an apron or hot glue gun somewhere and play.
The results of such a weekend:
- painting the family room wall in my new apartment at school
- buying fake gerber daisies for my bedroom
- making banana bread
- searching endlessly for a valentines day wreathe for the front door (but still coming up empty handed)
I think this all is just an instinct reaction to change. When my enviroment is constantly up and down and up and down and up and up again, the only way I can de-stress and still have fun is by "nesting." and you know what, I kinda like this part of me :) yet again, it makes me unique
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