Reinstatement

I’ve turned 23, an age where I believe is the best age to do anything, and I’m back with Ninja hair, a recently fractured toe, gastronomically satisfied stomach resulting in a hike in the reading of the weighing scale, several travel plans, and a sweet hand in mine. I stopped keeping track of dates but I know it’s already March. That’s all I have to say for now, I’ve been limping around and being home bound it’s time to sink back into my indulgence of self-pity.

Bright Sunday ahead.