comfortable

i really like sitting in awkward places, you know the places that aren't meant for sitting, especially in my apartment. i sit on the window ledge. i sit on the coffee table. i refuse to sit on the couch and love seat.
and i like to perch, like five year olds do, knees tucked to my chest, feet right next to my butt. comfortable.
that's it.
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?
coffee.

sweatshirts.

warm hugs.

my family room floor.

yoga.

friends.

grey.

note: all images from wehearit.com

first impressions:

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.