Story. Of. My. Life.
Tomorrow we are moving and I am super excited.
I feel like this new place is going to make some things so much better. Less isolation, more community, more places to shoot photographs and to make art.
Deep city living was never for me. I will still be in the city but in a house with a yard for gardening and a basement where I can paint/make messes. Also I am going to be super close to a beach on the Puget Sound and other awesome parks where Brea and I will go on numerous photo adventures.
It’s cheesy but I feel like a melancholy chapter of my life is ending. Hopefully a new hopeful one will begin in it’s place.
I should try and sleep now. I have to wake up early and make breakfast for all the wonderful people who offered to help us move.
I am listening to Regina Spektor all day/everyday while I anxiously await to move into our new house this weekend.
I just want to be there and be done with it :/
Until then I think I am due for another round of Samson to lull me to sleep.