relocation...

I've been constantly on the move the last few years, dividing my time between New York and Hawaii and Alaska with a few side trips here and there. I've got to finish a contract out in Hawaii, but home base has shifted southward from Brooklyn to Athens, GA. Ben is going back for his ph.d and I'm going along for the ride. My writing has been sporadic in all this flux and I'm feeling the insanity that accompanies failing to process the world around me on the page, so I'm gonna try to get back in the habit again. More to come...

update.

I have moved into a new apartment.

My name is on a legal document with a significant other (who is not Mason).

I turn thirty two this weekend. I keep thinking I'm turning thirty three.

A hurricane named after me is set to hit (ok, at least brush) New York for my birthday.

My bowl is broken; I did not go crazy. Maybe just a little crazy, but not much.

My cat has learned how to spoon.

Orchid blooming in the bathroom. The moonvine didn't die, but did refuse to grow this year.

I really want to shave my head but I like my haircut so I feel like I can't shave it all off right now.

The keys for my new apartment are ugly so I can't wear them on a chain around my neck. I hate keys in my pockets.