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The air is warm and smells like wildfires. I closed my eyes and picked a card from the deck. It's a ten of cups and I decide it's a homecoming to myself. Deeply bored, sleep-deprived, cold, I slept in this morning and then made french toast using raisins and walnuts sourdough

It's like I got my shit back together. Peeling boiled potatoes until the sun shines. It’s 8 pm. Fingertips burned. Bf came back from his 3-week work travel to update me on international affairs. Evidently we risked to become dust once again while l was unaware and he was making advertisement. He tells me geopolitics news with his own peculiar point of view, universal and not totally neutral. I've learned about funny things regarding a guy named Donald, but the only thing I knew about was the landing on the moon, such a fairy thing

can you believe i am a real person outside of the internet? I've spent so much time being mediocre now and i'm lacking discipline this week, but hell, i'm drinking a margarita before dinner, first cocktail i had in three weeks. i've been so good at pretending i like my job that I forgot im not really meant to be at the office. The bay laurel is sprouting, as well as the thyme and the persimmon tree and the hydrangeas and the calla lily. im watching taxi driver again and realizing only now how good the dialogues are. it's the anniversary of remembering what feeling mediocre means on a daily basis, five years, hurray

I’ve got so much to unpack

This is the time to feel the momentum towards midsummer, to shed layers and skin, to deny ourselves peace and relax and work hard on what matters most to us

The thrilling feeling when nothing is under control, dinner won’t be ready before 9 pm, phone is 1 % away from shutting down, on the stove s

Can you believe we get to have running hot water through our kitchen and bathroom faucets. What a privilege