i am not ever here any more but today i was walking up to my friend's house on the bluff of my city and a child ran out of his house with his mask on, alone, headed to the corner store probably, just down the street, and the image was one i have seen a hundred times, but it reminded me how happy i am to make my home here, and it felt like something worth remembering.
i have lived here for five years now and i am well. i have the most incredible community which i have built in the intervening years and i am in love and my life is so full. so hello to those of you who happen to see this - i wish you all the joy and strength possible.
i was up on the bluff tonight and remembered writing this. it has been eight years now in this place, which i still love with a loud voice, my home.
can you believe it: it's been nearly 11 years since I moved to this proud city on the river. I still remember vividly seeing that little boy, who is now probably a teenager, running across the streets we call home. I still feel the same. I still feel in awe of how time passes. six years. and now tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of the passing of my dear friend, who I miss every day, who I miss more and more as the gulf has widened between her life and mine. I have so many questions for her that will never be answered. this week I've kept springing into tears and spiraling into anxiety and it took me a few days to realize what my body was remembering. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you! I would have loved to have shown you where I made my home. I think you would have loved it.















