If I keep this trend up I won’t be able to get up at my regular time.

Shadow play. Light play. Everything feels familiar yet also not.

Gratitude for the slow start to the day. Space.

We eat the last few pieces of the fried chicken with Crystals. I have coffee and water.

I will miss this house. It so quickly became a home.

Where is everyone? Was it something to do with whatever it was that happened the night before? Is it a result of logistics.

Murmurings

I have to stop telling myself that I’m not ready to go home.

This is going to be a thing.

I let the tears fall into the corners of my mouth, dab my face with my scarf, make sure to keep drinking water, allow myself to just listen and be present.

I continue to sit with it.

She did say it wouldn’t be wrapped up in a bowtie. Incomplete and yet, also it is.

Oysters. Abita Amber. Hot pink drinks. Laughter. Laughter. We all needed laughter.

I tell him to just get me in the morning. People are running behind and this feels important. It feels important to stay.

This was the way to end it-with release. With movement. With joy.

“You don’t live here.”

Why is your coat on? It’s actually already time for you to leave?

Good-byes. No. Not good-byes. See-you-laters.