Catty’s Signature Diary - January 13th
CURRENT MOOD-NOSTALGIC
For the first time in the past six months, I got to sleep in my own bed last night. It was really nice, and I felt like the luckiest ghoul in the world to be surrounded by all those little things I used to take for granted, but that makes a home special. Things like the squeaky door to my bedroom that I would never let my dad fix because it was my "intruder alert", or the soft yellow quilt my grandmother made for my seventh birthday; the one I cried about when she gave it to me because I thought that yellow was my unlucky color, but now the quilt is one of my favorite things in the whole world. Or how the thirteenth slat on the blind that covers my street-facing window is bent just enough so that the light from one of the streetlamps comes through at just the right angle for me to lie in bed and make shadow puppets on the wall. I think most of all I just like that it's quiet because on the road it never is.










