I find myself moving into a loft-like studio apartment - which I, in all my shining ingenuity, am calling The Loft - in a nice and, moreover, convenient part of town, a block from the bike path and park and three blocks from the Blackbird coffee shop (where I am now).
Moving, albeit exciting, is always unsettling and I'm finding my bearings in this new life while trying to enjoy the process and reminding myself it can be anything I choose to make it. Moves are good for fresh starts and new beginnings and first impressions. What do I want to be? I ask myself. Kind. I want to be kind, and adventurous, and to do whatever I do with all my heart.
I haven't done much so far since the move but here are some quick snapshots of the company I've kept and the things I've done:
Me and Mom - she helped me settle into the cottage and generally kept me company that first night and day. Thank goodness.
Me and Jesus: roommate at the cottage
Me and Cows:
Me and Spearfish Canyon:
...which lead me to Me and Pancakes:
And I'll just leave you with this video.
I know things here will be OK because how could they not with people like this in my life: