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the weekend.

On the weekends I am up at 5am. 
I can't help it. 
Sleeping in...doesn't come natural to me. I wish it did.

I blame the years of working as a barista where 5am shifts were my life. 
The days where Americano's and morning machiatos were my only friends before the hours of 10am. 

Naps....those are what I crave. 
Yet, even those are seldom. 
My body was made for early mornings. 
The mere moments of...quiet. 
The moments where I can sit, write and drink coffee.
The ones when not a sound is made, not a word spoken. 
Complete and utter silence. 
I live for those moments. 

The weekend mornings... are just mine. 
Mornings made up of early runs, messy bun, no makeup and yoga pants.
Weekend afternoons and evening are made for a little more....
Fresh flowers, trips to the farmers market, laundry, the start of a new book, nights out, my loves, eyeliner, pink lipstick and high heels.  

I want to live.

"I'm not sure what I'll do, but --- well, I want to go places and see people. 
I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale." 
- F. Scott Fitzgerald 
Moving to the city was exactly what I was suppose to do, all along....