I.

I am a giver.
I have Maybe Baby Fever.
I want to travel.
I hate bugs.
I love maps. Specifically maps drawn on my back.
I hear my cat meowing at a fly, the fan.
I see my family every three months and that’s not nearly often enough.
I wish that K and I were together.
I fear the days when my momma isn’t a part of my life.
I search for ways to be a better person.
I wonder if being here is the right place to be now.
I regret not a lot, but the things I do regret, I regret deeply.
I always sleep on my belly.
I am not a musician, though I have dreams of rocking out vocals on a stage in a smoky jazz club.
I never thought I’d be 29 and not have babies yet.
I sometimes wish life had fast forward, pause, slow and rewind options.
I need lots of affection.
I should be more organized.
I don’t say goodbye.