I was bored today, sitting in a clean apartment which I have wanted for a while.
Always thought that my scattered brain was partly due to living the way I do. In a mess no one else could understand. A mess that some people stood back in amazement, and others just said “Jen I dont care” and I believed them.
I feel a sense of great satisfaction looking around my place with a permanent contented smile on my face, but weirdly enough with everything put back in its place, no dishes in the sink or clothes on the floor, it feels empty, just lots of space. I had forgotten how big a place I actually had, as the mess seemed to cave all the walls in.
The emptiness got me thinking and wondering about the people I let into my mess.
Some or one I will always be thinking about.

My Aunt gave me a birthday card a while back of a young girl on a chair looking out the window, I have been meaning to frame it for years. It sits beside my TV and I notice it almost everyday, but today decided to see what she had written years ago.
All it said was..
Alone in thought
Happy Birthday to a classy girl,
Love,
Aunt Susie
Thanks Aunt Susie :)
jr