Finding the right tailor/The nights feel the same

Sometimes it’s confusing to even think about living a life in adulthood.

Laundry, food, cooking -

which I still haven’t learned to do in any measureable way -

household goods, car payments, gas, haircuts, doctor’s appointments, mental health appointments, naps, making the bed, washing dishes, packing, unpacking, unpacking, setting up the humidifier, figuring out why the humidifier won’t turn on, resetting the humidifier, unplugging the humidifier, plugging the humidifier back in, filling the humidifier tank with water, enjoying the working humidifier, talking about your day, listening to her talk about her day, reassuring her, cuddling, loving every moment we share with each other, laughing, watching a movie, talking about where we’ll move when Trump gets elected and who will suffer most, looking at relationship therapists, putting the cover on my motorcycle, testing the self-supported hammock I just put together, figuring out when and how to reorganize my apartment with closet space and new furniture so she feels comfortable, wondering when I should call my stepdad and if I can ever bring up how I feel about the divorce again, wondering if that ache in my chest is anything to worry about and if this old-fashioned is making it worse.

Jane said she’d relay my message to my dad. I told her not to share my number, just my P.O. Box. We [Maria and I] walked away when we were 12…for a good reason.

We were so much wiser then.

The key to a good tailor:

Tell them what you want, make sure they don’t overcharge, get it back within a week, make sure the same spot doesn’t tear again within 2 months, be on the same page with keeping the garment from wrinkling.

I’ve only been to a tailor 3 times in my life.

So I don’t know what I’m talking about.

Thanks for reading!!!! :D