I had a great, much-needed trek home to the 'burg this weekend. Went out with friends. Spent time remembering. Saw the Tiny House 2.0 and realized that it and everything it held--the smell of lavender through a bedroom window; splintered hardwoods under bare feet; pure, uninhibited happiness; endless freedom and microscopic responsibility; broken locks and drafty windows; technicolor creative juices; the allurement of secret love--are gone forever from the 709.
Anyway-back to the grind, new nose piercing in tow.
Feeling mobilized, energized, and completely revived.
Where to go from here?
We shall see.
xxx,
Hann
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