This year was supposed to be the year that my birthday was going to be lit lit. I had all these fantastic plans on how everything was going to be fantastic and for the first time since I was 21 years old, I was going to make a big deal of my birthday, but then we had to urgently” move house, and that kind of changed the whole course of .
For someone who moves around a lot, my adjusting time is really long, or at least that’s what B pointed out. I technically with my level of experience in traveling (read as operating from three homes per unit time) I should be able to adjust to different spaces really easily and relatively fast. Except I don’t.
B and I have been watching a telenovela, for maybe three or so months albeit non consecutively. (yeah the show has 100 episodes). Usually we don’t commit this long, or should I say I don’t, because B watched How I met your mother to completion a week after internship. Just for context, it’s been three years and I have never finished that show and I am not even sure that I am interested in doing so. The commitment is not my strongest point.
I have always envisioned myself as those girls in the pictures who put a laptop on their lap in bed, with a cup of tea and a towel turban on their head working on a chill evening. the problem is, I hardly if ever put a laptop on my lap despite its name suggesting were it should be placed, let alone turban my head with a towel. Its not like I haven’t done it before, its just that that instance was a shoot and the towel fell off my head not long after. The reality is, I can barely concentrate in bed, my laptop is 17 inches and quite heavy and I once had a cup of tea while I was working and ended up spilling the drink on my laptop key board and ended up needing a new one…So usually I just sit on the desk and type my posts.
This post is late because its been a week, technically quite a weekend. I’m sitting here typing this knowing that I have to go out later today and upgrade my wardrobe for warm clothes because Nairobi is showing me small small dust. I don’t know how you Nairobi people have been surviving this weather, and allegedly its better than it has been. This weather stresses me out, and not being prepared for it makes it even worse. As I figure out how to put together my wardrobe, let me catch you up on the weekend.
I am smiling at myself as I type this because todays post makes me sound like those people who have just gotten into a relationship and then started dishing out advice. Well let me set your heart at ease and assure you that I have no advice to give, or at last I have stopped being those people. Mostly because half the time i have no idea what I am doing and the other half of the time life is set up in a way to embarrass the loudest people. So I am pretty content with just telling my stories, especially with my recent surge in creative juices/ big need to have a creative outlet.
June has been hectic… I was life-ing a lot away from the Internet and I kind of fell off the writing band wagon. I am also trying to figure out my voice and what I want to do with this platform. I appear from time to tie on Instagram and that is my favorite place to hang out…
I started this post debating the spelling of shorty. Is it shortie or shorty? I’m not sure but when I figure it out I will definitely correct the spelling. anyway how are we stanning a consistent queen? (because I am the consistent queen ahem!) Forget everything I said in the cringe intro and grab a drink….make yourself comfortable in my slice of the internet.
I am currently holding my head in my palms in shame…. I haven’t shown up here sufficiently in Quarter 1 and I noticed this because the writing prompts page on my journal is blank. So I am trotting back here in shame and I need to say I am sorry. Work-life balance is an actual scam and i am here to report that I definitely cannot keep up.