The Weekend

What do weekends mean? Sleeping in, chores, being lazy, reading a good book, drinking, staying up late, being near the one you love all day & then going through withdrawals when Monday comes around. These are days that we love and cherish. But lately mine have been anything but this. I am trying to readjust to the move and my life back in Portland. I miss so much about California and my short life down there. I really don't want to move back, I love Oregon...I love my life here. But why isn't it clicking and shorting itself out. 

Things are just off. I am still getting my clothes back into the small closet, my toothbrush and soap on the right shelf and my mind back into "interview" stage. I am trying. Trying to do things differently or look at things differently. Conversations are always the same and arguments stem from almost all of them. I don't want to argue or feel alone. Life is too short and I know that there are always roadblocks and stresses. I just have to find the strength to get over it. 

Relationships and love are so beautiful. They require compromise and listening. Listening instead of talking. Understanding when things are bad you still love the relationship and will do anything for it. I just want to feel like I am not the only one trying to change and make this work.