Sam and Mocha

Being home

The other day my friend A was talking about something she'll be doing later on in the year. I was like, "Hey, I'll actually be there for that!" It's pretty much the first time in a year where I'm not gonna be missing something because I'm leaving. It felt really cool. That's how I know I'm home.


On a related note, this is a poem I wrote a few days ago:

You sit on the couch and it becomes a cat
so your left hand turns into a wooden bat
upon which your blender serenades you with song
and your brother says, "kidney you're doing it wrong!"
So you run far away
from the freaks in your home
and decide, to be safe,
you shall wander and roam
You meet up with strangers
who eat fruitcake in bed
and silly old men
of tinfoil heads
the young boy of twelve
who owns three goats
is friends with girl
with a hole in her throat
but none of this strangeness
is at all very strange;
it's a part of the road,
where everything's changed.
When one day you tire
of traveling round
and decide to return
to familiar ground,
Remember this tale,
and all that it told,
that strangeness is the only
normal rule that we hold.

Where we were camping on Wednesday

Oh, and to answer your questions....

Would I like anything sent out to me? Maybe some lush shampoo, the green Karma one that smells the best anyways. And maybe some recycling paper, that's been used on one side, that I can scribble on with markers....
Also, yes, I have the confirmation ring somewhere. I don't really like gold in general... Let me find it in the next week or so...
And as for the sketchbook thingy, something I've relatedly thought about before is just having a travelling sketchbook. But I really haven't the mental resources to think about that now.... Gotta focus on what I am doing for sure right now.

Love!

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