When I moved into my temporary place in California, the kitchen had what I technically needed. There were pots and pans. There were plates, bowls, knives, forks, and spoons. There were two coffee makers, which, depending on the morning, may not be the overkill you might suspect. I had the
There are places you know best by walking them. There are places you know by the way the light falls across them at a certain hour, or by the sound of screen doors shutting, or by the names of people who used to live in houses that now belong to
I recognize that, for the most part, I’m the source of my own issues.* I’ve made choices. I’ve said things, done things, and avoided things that led me here. And no, I do not mean here as in sitting on the floor, clothes strewn from closet to
I used to think love was the thing that changed a life most dramatically. Then I learned grief can do the same. In August 2023, I lost my closest friend, Levi, to suicide. I still struggle with the word “lost,” as if he were misplaced, as if there were some
There are people who learn themselves by staying put. I have never quite been one of them. For as long as I can remember, I’ve carried a restless little weather system inside me — equal parts wind, spark, and ache. I was drawn to the horizon before I knew what
I’m moving to California for three months. Not permanently, at least not as far as I know. But intentionally. I’m going for a change of landscape, a little distance, and the kind of quiet that makes room for a person to hear herself again. I’ll be documenting