and i like to perch, like five year olds do, knees tucked to my chest, feet right next to my butt. comfortable.
that is what i am constantly searching for--comfort, i'm not really a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl; i do however greatly admire those kind of people. i however, just want to be comfortable.
i wasn't comfortable at my old college, or rather i decided i couldn't be comfortable. i'm trying to be comfortable here.
what makes me comfortable?
my family room floor.
note: all images from wehearit.com
chia tea latte. iced. delicious.
gypsy soup. delicious.
two successes in one yesterday.
what makes you comfortable? i think out of everything though my mom makes me the most comfortable. and my dad. they make things okay.
any good first impressions recently? any bad ones? i get lots of bad first impressions just when i observe, mostly from my overly critical mind.