places i'd rather be

colorado

the 90's

vermont

scotland

georgia,

2008.

back in my childhood closet,

next to the bookshelf i turned into a bunkbed for my american girl dolls,

waiting for mom to get home.

in my owl pajamas,

peeking over the balcony,

walking down the stairs.

when i used to be a kid. 

am i not still?

intro

welcome to the most average blog you'll ever read.

that's all.

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i'm a girl. i'm 20. i have an inexplicable urge to go somewhere else. 

i have a shopping addiction (i told you, average). i love handbags. something about wearing them makes me feel like i can transform into someone else.

i have a darling boyfriend whom i love very much who does not have an urge to go somewhere else. he knows me and loves me but i also think he can't stand me. sometimes.

i love my family. my mom is probably my best friend. i'm ok with that.

i have a couple friends but just the "go out to eat and get drunk in the walmart parking lot" friends. not the kind you cry on.

i have an office job. basic. soul sucking. accounting. i'm not very good at it. i am unfortunately good at fake it till you make it. its been a year. i've not made it yet. 

my town has 4,000 people. it's your stereotypical  historical Appalachian town. something you'd see on a post card or hallmark movie. we put live wreaths on the gaslit streetlamps around christmas. we have a fall festival. picturesque.

it's also very stereotypical in that it carries all the bullshit of a small town. crooked cops and politicians. swingers. you know. 

everyone knows everything about everyone. and their mama. 

and i would like to leave.