Singlehood

It is a new month and the final one in this ragged year. It's my grandma's birthday and the rent is due.

I woke up this morning with good intentions, but I kept hitting snooze until I had no choice. I put on some decent clothes, slapped on some make-up, packed breakfast and lunch (cereal, an apple and homemade soup) and left my apartment in darkness.

Somewhere in between my usual routine I forgot about my dream and here I am without a great deal to tell you about my slumbers. The one thing I can remember though was my mom was in it. She was neither upset nor pleased with me. This somehow represents my feelings about being single. I guess somewhere inside me is a bit of lingering disappoint that I have yet to find a person to spend the rest of my life with and yet my drive to make it happen is dormant. I'm bored with the whole situation and I am already getting set in my singular ways. Independence can sometimes be rather lonely and yet not very tragic at all.