Where to start?
What am I doing right now as I type this out? Well, a great question I’m in the Miami International Airport on my way back to my little apartment in Brandon, FL. All while I am dancing in my seat listening to my traveling mix on Spotify. But back to the real reason, I am writing this.
Do you ever feel like your mind is running a mile a minute, but your body is like bitch sit your ass down?
I have that feeling right now. Going on vacation for 3 weeks was great but now as I am making my way back home, God all I’m thinking about is all the shit I forgot to do before I left.
Right now in particular I am thinking about how I completely forgot to throw my honeydew melon, and I PRAY that I don’t have fruit flies because they are the worst and hard to get rid of.
*~*~*Open to suggestions on getting rid of them if you know. Leave a comment!!!! PLEASE*~*~*
Or how I think that I left my patio door open. Or praying that the package that was inconveniently delivered to my apartment even after I had my mail put on hold and asked for it, to be held is still at my front door not destroyed by the rain, especially since I have been waiting on this package since NOV!
I love traveling, but I hate the getting there part. The crowds, the crying kids which I understand they are babies, the delayed flights, the people that DO NOT KNOW HOW TO SAY EXCUSE ME apparently that is fucking foreign even to Americans.
And personally fucking boundaries people CHEESE AND RICE PEOPLE!!! They don’t fucking exist when traveling. If I want someone up my ass all the time, I would get a man, dog, or have a kid. MAYBE ALL 3!!!
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