All the current excavation work on my apartment has had an end goal: I'm moving at the end of this week. I'm only moving across town, but it's still ridiculously tedious, even if I am excited about my new apartment-to-be. Even though it only involves shifting from Hayes Valley to the Inner Richmond (a mere, two-mile journey), it's still a really big move for me. For one, I'm moving in with someone, as in "we're moving in together," so that's a big deal. For another, my tiny studio has been my home for longer than any other place I've ever lived. I moved into this apartment nearly six years ago when a relationship ended. It was, in fact, someone I was living with. So the next risk is not at all lost on me. That failed relationship eventually healed into a friendship I'm grateful to have, but the first year was just plain ugly. My neighbors probably thought I had some kind of wailing disease. With supportive friends and time passi
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.