That if you’ve been somewhere so many times it feels as if you never left, that you’d be able to know your way around, through and past such place. Not me. I never know how I got there, and I’m always scared cause I know when it’s time to leave, I never know which way the nearest exit is. (I’ve found the exit recently, but I can’t get a handle on the doorknob). It was soooooo good while it–
Work was hectic…a lil uneasy…but full of laughs. Spoke a lil Spanish…thought about some things…everytime I passed a mirror, I thought about how much my expressions make me resemble my mom. *Sighs* Eh?
