Monday, August 12, 2013

Welcome Home

My back is killing me. I am covered with bruises and my arms hurt. None of these things register when I open my eyes in the morning, though. The first thing I am conscious of is the sound of water outside.

I have a freaking waterfall outside my window. A literal waterfall. Outside. My window.

My apartment is little. Little, adorable, and awesome. It feels like it is where I SHOULD be living. I belong here... And that makes the rest of it, the moving three times in about seven weeks, the confusion and the stress and (let's face it) the depression... It makes it more understandable. Not worth it, necessarily, but if I hadn't gone through that I wouldn't be here now.

Here is a marvelous place to be.

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