If pressed, I’d call 2020 the best awful year I’ve ever had.
It’s Sunday, the midst/math is over, and I finally feel together-enough to post.
I don’t think I fully believed I would be Living in California until I got here, and even then, it was iffy.
I don’t know how to say goodbye to this house, not only because my memory keeps it close, but also because it hasn’t quite sunk in yet that I am Moving Out.
I. More meditations on the “abroad” & acclimations to the non-norm. I had been looking forward to marking this blog’s first birthday, which actually occurred almost a week ago now. I thought I would go back to that first post and find several of the resolutions I thought I remembered posting, and perhaps make thisContinue reading “re-addressing re(-)solutions”
welcome back, enjoy your coffee!
some april revelations, recent adventures, and weather-induced nostalgia.
don’t get cocky. you’re still bad with change and directions.
getting a little lost. it turns out alright.
Content note: this post contains direct references to needles and blood (in the context of tattooing). It is the day before I leave for Amsterdam and my newest little tattoo has healed very well. There was no need to wrap it in plastic; no need to sop up the inky fluids that drip from myContinue reading “homebody”