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I wish I had a small room, I really really do. I can't wait for my sister to move my things to her room, to make the switch, because I just really want to have a cosy space... That is it.

It is, that it is.

I need a place that is cosy, maybe I should try in my room in the other house, to make things cosy so that I feel more at home, so that I can bring a tea in and cosy up, make a space in which I can write properly. I always feel that at a cafe at a small table with a latte and people around going about their own business I would just really like to have that at home as well.

Here, in this house, the space surrounding my bed is cosy. My favourite place that is cosy? Two places, or a bit more I guess. My boyfriend's couch, my best friend's rooms, my room at the beach, uptown's starbucks couch, bookstores, comfy chairs in the bullring, my roommate's floor, my sister's bed.

I could try really hard to make my large bed also cosy, also comfortable, but I am always stressed there. I am going to try, though, the second I get back. I can do this, I really can.

I know I can, I must must must must must change something, I know I have to, it's an obligation. I need some change, I need things to be fresh and new and just not the same. I need things to be away, not cluttered unless it's my desk. I want to throw out clothes and unwanted things. I don't deserve that material bullshit, I deserve simplicity. I crave simplicity.

And adventure. I crave a simple adventure. Any takers?




Didn't think so, but I will continue to plead and puppy-eye over here until my room changes, the vibe changes, and I'm back to cosy-ing up in my room to a podcast and a warm tetley. I want a latte, and a cup full of marciano cherries, please.