10:08pm 05/02/2025
I have two windows cracked to hear the rain. My apartment is small, so the window in my living room (where I am sitting) is to my left, and the window in my kitchen is a short distance to my right. I am surrounded by the sound of rain. We live in a triplex with our neighbors residing above us, so I do not get to hear the rain fall on the roof. Only they get that pleasure. There is thunder rolling in the distance, and I wish it would roll my way to lull me to sleep, which I will have to attempt to do shortly.
I am distracted by the rain, but I wanted to write an update. I will be returning to school to pursue a Master's in Literature in the fall. My plan is to learn, and to network. I feel that I am in a much more capable headspace than I was during my undergrad, and I intent to get the most I can out of returning to University.
I've been keeping a physical journal for a bit, but I find it harder to find time to write. I have not kept up with it as well as I once kept up with documenting my days and feelings here, but something doesn't feel right about writing my journal entries online. Sometimes I think about keeping them in some sort of application, or even just a word document, but I don't want them accessible from my laptop without a password. I write here in an incognito tab, and I always log out. I'm sure there are password protected journals, but if it's some slightly obscure app, I fear that there is a higher risk of losing the entries written there forever. They feel safer on a website I'm familiar with.
I worry about my laptop. The fan starts to get very loud fairly quick. I'm going to need it for school, but I hope that it doesn't die. I can't really afford it dying. Maybe the fan just needs a cleaning. Maybe that's something I can do myself.
I'm going to read before sleep, and I abruptly feel that I don't have anything else left to say for now. I believe it to be the fan. The sound has silenced my mind.
10:25pm