dear hannah,

Hi Hannah, it's Hannah. You've had a long day. A long week. But have no fear, you have a nice hot bath running, a beer sitting on the side, along with a teacup filled with M&Ms and a few peanut butter cups for good measure. You have your girl crush Laura Marling blaring through your tiny apartment, and you're about to rest your tired legs. Remember when you used to take baths all the time? Don't think about the trip you have to make tomorrow. Why would others really want to spend Easter with their families at home, when they could be working? Dealing with mean tourists is fun. It'll be okay. Wish them a happy holiday and maybe they'll be guilted into posing for a stupid photo in front of a green screen. And keep in mind, you know what Friday is, right? It's your first day off in over two weeks! And the employment gods have smiled upon you, and gave you a day off on the blessed day of the ROYAL WEDDING. You'll stuff your face with pancakes and watch Matt Laurer pretend he's interested in British fashion. And speaking of England, remember that move that you want to make next year? You're one month closer. You work 17 days in a row to save up money to do the things you want to do. Everyone needs something to look forward to. I think it lessens the sting that you have no life goals or aspirations to have a career. You just want to live your vagabond life wandering around. And that's okay. You'll get there someday. Think of all the character building you're doing. But for right now, rest your legs that you stand on for hours upon hours (maybe next month you should keep track of all the hours you stand at work. I bet it would be a lot), sing along to the songs that were all written about Marcus Mumford and pretend that maybe you were in a relationship with him, and then wrote a whole bunch of songs about it. It's not lonely or pathetic, because it's your daydream. And you've earned the right to daydream all you fucking want.

Hang in there. I love you.
Hannah