I thought I was doing okay
but I miss you tonight as
iTunes shuffle decides to play a medley of songs designed
to bring me to tears.
I haven’t written on this blog in four months.
A lot has happened, has changed.
I decided to stay in tonight to work. It is cold outside. & I want to be in my room. I wanted to be social tonight but I think it is better to be here, get a few things done. Write, make some sketches.
I like my room. There is still a corner full of things that need a home and I need to replace these milk crates with a proper bookshelf. I also need a real bed, not just a mattress on the floor. But I like it in here. I want to be in my room. I want to spend time at home. It feels like a place I can live now. A place where I can be alone.
I got a jade plant and a pothos plant. I put up one of my photographs beneath the chandelier. What I really need now is a comfortable reading chair.
Blah, blah, blah.
It’s not really about the furniture.
It is just about space and grounding.
Feeling the furniture is on the ground and in its place and that it will be there at least for a little while…
until,
