Sunday stillness

Jake’s at his brother’s helping with some furniture project, and the apartment feels unusually quiet. Not lonely quiet — just peaceful. The kind where you can actually hear yourself think.

Sunday stillness

I’ve been sitting here for the past hour with my tea and this old journal I found in my desk drawer. Started writing down some random thoughts about spring semester and somehow ended up making lists of things I want to try this year. Nothing earth-shattering, just small stuff. Maybe finally learn to make bread from scratch. Sign up for that pottery class Carmen keeps mentioning. Actually use the gym membership for something other than running.

Journal time.

It’s funny how rare these moments feel now. Between classes and clinicals and Jake’s schedule, we’re usually either talking or sleeping or rushing somewhere. But tonight feels like a little gift — time to just exist without an agenda.

The tea’s gone cold twice already, but I keep forgetting to drink it. Too busy thinking about spring and possibilities and all the good stuff ahead.