Things are going on, happening, moving all around me. And I have nothing to say.
When people from home ask me what's going on in my life, I literally have nothing to say. I don't know why that is either.
Have I taken a backseat in my life? I feel like this year is my busiest yet, but nothing ever seems to be going on.
I have Muirons and love it. It's weird and new and definitely a challenge. I have a great set of friends and we're always doing something amazing. I have a crush, which is challenging and interesting and, more than anything, amounting to nothing. That was a lot of "ing."
But that's just it. Life is very "ing," as in present, occurring, happening right now. In spanish, you don't use the verb tense of "ing" unless you are currently doing it, like I am typing. I guess things just don't feel very "ing."
I don't know.
I probably need sleep.