So, I have traveled to somewhere new. I have a lease to sign when I get back, soon to have a place to paint and call my own. And a job still waiting for me on Monday (that job from the butterflies. After two weeks, I took vacation, it was already planned, I'm not lazy and needed a break after two weeks. Things are complicated to explain when you're posting on the interwebs, trying to be vague but sounding like an incomplete thought, an incomplete sentence and thing).
Things are thought and looking up. I sometimes find myself thinking it can't be this easy. But I'm not dreaming, I'm living, and it is all real. Bizarre how things find themselves, how things fall where they should.
