“Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.”
- Alain de Botton (via waxenneat)
I woke up today feeling like shit. I have a cold, I have class today, one of my flatmates is away for a few days (we are disturbingly co-dependant), and - worst of all - I lost my phone last night out of sheer uselessness.
But y’know how just one tiny bit of let-up can feel like the whole world just wants you to get up and get going and feel great? Some wonderful lady staying in St Andrews for a few days found my phone (in the street, I am a shambles) and handed it in to the reception of the hotel she was staying at. And suddenly everything is glorious because I am a) highly materialistic and have a deep emotional connection to my phone and b) THIS WORLD. THIS WORLD WHERE PEOPLE DO NICE THINGS FOR OTHER PEOPLE. THIS GREAT PLACE WE LIVE. MY STUPID LUCKY LIFE.
And just now I read my Rumblr horoscope (the only one I read, because they’re beautiful) and:
So I am letting myself be fond and connected today, because it’s nice to have an excuse. So here’s to my brilliant, wonderful, sparkling friends, here’s to my incredible parents, here’s to my beautiful little sister who just got offers from three unis this week, here’s to St Andrews, this dumb little town where everything is safe and unreal, here’s to strangers in the street and everyone who’s ever kissed me and the girl who will probably do that tomorrow, and here’s to you, Tumblr, you haven of nonsense and wit and activism and art.
Fuckin’ happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. This whole damn world is my Valentine this year. This whole. Damn. World.#in which Rosa gets emotional about her iPhone
What a great time to be alive.
This is the first glimpse of sun I’ve had in months, and it’s made me remember how solar-powered I am. I don’t know why, but the sun being out makes me feel so much more in control - and I feel a little bit like I’ve been losing control recently.
And it doesn’t actually relate to how productive I’m being. I’ve spent the entire morning sitting on my bed, eating leftover pizza and listening to the Avett Brothers, but because I’ve done it all in a patch of sunlight, I feel okay.
Basically I’m fed up of this wintery guilt and lethargy and I want it gone. And obviously I’m placing the causes of that outside myself and onto the weather, because that is how functioning in this world sometimes works.