Comedown

I had a wonderful weekend in Washington (specifically Seattle). Spending time with T and exploring the city gave me such a high. But yesterday, as the plane landed in San Jose, I was already crashing. I exaggerate, but it's difficult to explain this emotion any other way. I didn't want to come down.

I don't know when I'll get a chance to sort through my photos or share some funny stories from my trip (there are plenty of both). I want to get to them while they are still fresh, but I'm playing catch up on many fronts and feeling a bit overwhelmed. Procrastination is the culprit.

Some days my life feels like a runaway train and I'm just trying to jump aboard.

I don't wanna come back down from this cloud
It's taken me all this time to find out what I need