I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack, and have felt this way since waking up. I wish I knew how to make it stop; hopefully it goes away soon.
I’m currently trying to distract myself in hopes that it helps. I’m also procrastinating. I should be running, but it’s foggy, dreary, and oddly humid outside. It’s not supposed to rain again until this afternoon, so I don’t have to worry about that… it’s just blah out. I’ll get to my run soon, though.
I do have a point to this entry, though. I read this post the other day on one of my favorite blogs (seriously, go follow her. She had the best adventures!). The basic point of the post was how we take our hometowns for granted. We think ‘oh it’ll always be there.’ This is definitely true for me. I’m always aching to go on road trips. I get bored walking around my town.
Of course, her ‘town’ is a lot bigger than mine. Clayton, New Jersey features two convenience stores, a Dunkin Donuts, and a tiny grocery store. That’s it. I have to drive to the next town over for anything. That doesn’t mean that my town can’t be beautiful, because it is. I have pictures to prove it.
I went back through my photos (I was too lazy to drag out my external hard drive, so these are all saved from Facebook.) and found a few of my favorite that were taken in Clayton.
So, here they are:
Please keep in mind that a lot of these are from when I first got my semi-fancy pants camera, and I was just learning how to use lightroom. I never claimed to be a professional; it’s just a hobby.
Now I have to force myself to leave the house and go running. Ugh, the trail is going to be muddy.