Letters to July – Twentieth

I’m going to try and blog every day during July as part of Letters to July. It’s probably a bad idea.
Dear July,
Today was hard. I suffered a fairly significant comedown after the weekend.
By the afternoon, I felt so trapped inside that I took a picnic rug to sit in the sun. The sun looked so inviting out the window and I couldn’t bear that it wasn’t coming in. So I went and sat on the concrete in the carpark. I tried really hard to enjoy it, to focus on the sun and the sky but it was hard to ignore where I was. It didn’t really compare to lying on the grass, looking up at koalas on Saturday afternoon.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the possibility of moving. I waste too much time looking at real estate sites, aimlessly scrolling through photos. I don’t really know what I want. I like our little flat. It has big windows that look out at trees and I’ve spent a lot of time making it nice. But we could really do with another room so we could have an office and I’d desperately like a little bit of outside to call our own. There are people we could look at finding a place with. I’m torn between liking that it’s just us two, and the fact that other people could facilitate a place with a proper backyard (and I could grow herbs and have chickens even). I go back and forth like this, thinking I’ve made up my mind and then swaying to a different argument.
When is it important to make the best of what you have and when should you look at finding something better?
Alex x
Letters to July is a project started by Emily Diana Ruth. For more information, click here.

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