This looks so nice.
Rainy day light, quiet house, comfy bed to lie on. I’m at home with my family for the month, and it’s already wearing on me. There’s so much noise, and people always need you to do something. You forget about that when you live away from your family: that your mother expects your laundry to be put away immediately, that your father wants you to walk the dog right this minute, that your brother needs a ride across town. Suddenly schedules are conflicting with your own. I think more than anything, coming home again after you’ve moved it reinforces how much you need to be on your own.
LOVE: Living by my own schedule.
(via grayskymorning)
