There are things that I’ve recently realized about my East Coast existence. I appreciate the old buildings, the oak-lined neighborhoods, and the feeling that history is woven into every nook and cranny. I appreciate the seasons (all eight of them) clamoring for your attention. I appreciate that where
I’ve always been restless, though I’ve not always understood what kind. Sometimes it looked like anxiety. Sometimes it looked like curiosity. Sometimes it looked like impatience, indecision, or a practical need to get out of the house and move my body before the chatter in my brain became
I’ve had the Dawson’s Creek theme song stuck in my head lately, since it's been my binge drama of choice, but not in the nostalgic, singalong way. Even if I am singing it in the shower more often than not. It is the opening lyric to
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've 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
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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