I forcing myself to write even though I am not inspired to.
I am so overwhelmed by work I cannot breathe.
I moved into my place in a flurry. I hosted my first guest the same day after my friend Lili’s departure I passed out with a fever for three days. Too much going on. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” and well death sounded pretty good but I made myself rest.
My room and space is coming along. I want so badly for my space to be perfect but I’m also deciding what that even means. It’s good that I can’t afford to buy anything else. It’s forcing me to just take it all in. It definitely feels like home though and I even managed to find a gorgeous vista 20 mins from my place. Score. I love the newness of this familiar and-yet-not, town. Cheers to this next chapter for sure.
I made peace with my past. Peace with Frankie, Peace with Rob, Peace with Kyle. Simple conversations that needed to happen. I wonder why I feel so generous. Maybe because I am stable on my own again?
I knew I needed this space. And time is a beautiful thing.
