  I am tired of living alone. New Year's Eve was wonderful - spent it in Carlinville with urlLink Sarah and urlLink Shawn and Matt and Matt's myriad friends. Lots of laughter, lots of drinking, lots of love. I was drunk by 10 and sobering up by midnight.
We slept in a little loft, hit our heads a bunch of times, and found love in the space between kisses and tears, movement and silence, definition and freedom. Woke up feeling fragile but loved with arms around me and friends waiting. I love him so much - sometimes it's just hard to wait for the things that cannot be yet. In the meantime I am so thankful for his presence and enduring love in my life. I couldn't ask for more.
And then I came home to my empty apartment, and somehow found myself in tears before I hit the door. The novelty of living alone is definitely wearing off. I love my apartment - the space I've made for myself - but I'm thinking that in a few months I'm going to start looking for a roommate and a new place once my lease is up. 
