A letter to Nottingham

Dearest Nottingham,

We have been together for six months now.

six months. 

that is like a lifetime in teenage years.

I must admit,

I am liking you more these days.

Now that you have gotten out of your dreary funk.

Although, truth be told,

when my friend gave me a strange look,

then reached over and pulled a gray hair out of my head,

I immediately blamed you.

This is just one of many negative things I blame on you.

Others include but are not limited to:

my pasty complexion,

the rapid growth of my eyebrow hair,

the tangled rats nest that lays in bundles on top of my head,

my dry skin,

and the blister on my foot.

I am a side cramp away from being in an abusive relationship.

However,

You are teaching me a few positive things as well.

For instance,

how to not care about what other people think of me..

except the crying all day and taking a depressed nap for 6 hours

after being verbally assaulted by my supervisor was NOT a step in the right direction.

 baby steps.

Embracing being a college student.

And by that I mean skipping class to drink a cider outside..

more then once.

And now that classes have ended,

and the sun is making the occasional appearance,

along with the flowers blooming,

I am more inclined to say "I love you Nottingham"

rather then "I want to punch you in the face."

xx,

Your maid Marion.