home, just home

After a month of living out of a suitcase and sleeping on planes I finally made it back to the place where I pay rent and keep my books. The house isn't settled but it is perfect anyway. While I was gone Malachi unpacked and organized and then my other favorite person moved in and we are redoing the entire space to create work/live space we need to make our dreams happen.  I couldn't be happier. There is such beauty in my life, for the first time in my life I am happy, confident and grounded. I feel strong and I'm not afraid of the fuck up.

This is my drunken "I love you guys" to all the amazing people out there that give a fuck about my existence, it makes me feel special.

I'm writing this during Malachi's Birthday party and I must get back.