Chicago is expensive. Art school is expensive. Getting to you is expensive, and so is getting to me. I love my life right now and wouldn’t change a thing, but my financial situation. But that I feel like is always a rollercoaster when you’re young.
It’s just that I’m loving and longing and need this weary heart to stop worrying. I need to have that ticket. I need to have that package shipped. I need to know that you will get your visa.
In the meantime, I have been saving money by not going out at all, ever, and drawing tons and taking lots of pretty pictures of friends and self portraits etc.
And keeping up my shop, which has lots of vintage goodies and drawings by me. All sales go towards me getting to England/Gareth for my birthday and christmas. Which is the only thing on my brain all the time. And helping him with his visa costs.
So if you could have a look I’d really appreciate it. If you’re wondering if I’d part with anything else from my closet that you’ve seen, feel free to ask, I probably will at this point.