It’s approaching midnight right now. September 6, 2018 is the date; it’s one of those hectic Thursday nights. Not hectic whatsoever in my room though as it’s the coziest when it’s so loud outside. That’s how I always described my apartment in Denver (I know, I know I’m always talking about that apartment). I used to remark to people how I especially loved the dimness and quietness of my apartment when it was bright and loud outside. Also, it was the warmest when it was cold outside; it would be particularly snug when a blizzard was encircling the high-rise buildings.
Anyway, I’ve spent most of the evening today in comfortable solitude- read: in my room alone. Maybe that’s something that induces low spirits and a heavy heart for some. Not for me, I love being alone on weekends- comfortably tucked away from the vulgar personalities that emerge. Tonight was spent in eventful randomness. I caught up with the news, laughed at the latest memes, made myself a salad with pomegranate dressing, took a steamy shower, watched a documentary, and so much more!
But then I decided to venture outside. You know how it goes. I thought it’d be a good idea to get some fresh air. As soon as I opened the house door, the gust of chilly wind made me sad. Time’s going by fast, and it’s getting cold again; it’s almost winter again. Another winter. Life is so damn weird. The custom-fit sweater project I’ve been tirelessly working on all spring and summer may now fail.
Cold weather is back.
It’s a new season and I’m unprepared for it. Has it been bad planning on my part? Retailers have rolled out with their fall campaigns weeks ago, advertising their new collections of cozy sweaters. I’m still working on the packaging and the labeling. I’m weeks behind. Nonetheless, this almost instantaneous realization didn’t stop me from going for a ride in the car. I was thinking some calm indie music, open windows, and relaxing thoughts would reenergize me.
It was anything but. The combative honking made me close the windows not long after getting in the car, and it still made no difference. Not a tad-bit of a difference. The aggressive jeering, honking, and the unfriendly sound of engines penetrated the windows with ease. People were gathered all around, smoking hookahs and drinking alcohol in the most arrogant of ways. Many who are familiar with the neighborhood of Aboun in Jordan’s capital during the night will know what I’m talking about.
For me personally, it was a little too traumatic and all I could think of was being back in my room. I was thinking about how nice it would be to brush my teeth and then cuddle under the bed sheets watching YouTube or listening to music peacefully or something! And that’s what I’m doing write now. I’m writing this from the comfort of my bed. It’s nice knowing I’m not outside in that big and complicated mess. It’s so much better in here.