i know it must seem like i’m always moving, and if i tell you i’m thinking about moving again, you’re probably going to be like uhh didn’t you just get to California?
you wouldn’t be wrong, per se. but for various reasons i need to consider what my next step will be. i committed to work on the project i’m currently working on for one year, and that will end over the summer. i have the option of staying on board with that; i also have the option of finding another job and still volunteering for this project for a few hours a week (working remotely) if i want; i also have the option of dropping off from the project altogether. the last option is unlikely. i DO enjoy being a part of the project; i don’t enjoy southern california. and by that i mean i really dislike it. (as a note: southern california is something of a hometown to me, so i feel like its my right to dislike it. but when other people deprecate it, i am the first to jump down their throats. so be warned :D). anyway, i came here as a stopping-over place, intending to sort of “get my life together” while i had the chance. i’m not sure i’ve done that, but well, we can’t all be #winning.
what to do, where to go?


three years have passed and, i am once again enclosed within the same walls, though they are countenanced differently now. frames and posters smile down, candles and beads, a japanese lamp in the corner.







