Sunday Scaries
Ugh. Just that phrase – Sunday scaries – is gross to read. That feeling on Sunday evening when the sun starts to go down and anxiety levels rise. Tomorrow is Monday.
Ugh. Just that phrase – Sunday scaries – is gross to read. That feeling on Sunday evening when the sun starts to go down and anxiety levels rise. Tomorrow is Monday.
Next month I’ll be traveling to a city I’ve always wanted to see – San Francisco. By a fluke glitch that came out of nowhere, I currently have a paid-for hotel stay in the city for two nights.
The glitch? My boyfriend and I broke up.
Now, I either forfeit my non-refundable hotel or I make the best of it and travel alone. It’s cool. I can travel by myself, won’t be the first time – sadly, it probably won’t be the last either.