soon i will find my new rhythm. soon i won't be packing and unpacking. soon i won't be starting a new job. soon i will move into this rewrite with assurance that we have landed.

for now, we remain day by day with the same cheap thrills like sunshine that we had before. we are in our new place which i affectionately refer to as our treehouse. it will be far more affectionate when the boxes are finally cleared but as we embrace half the size of our last abode we purge, adjust, reset. and hopefully ever so soon things will begin to look like home and the furniture will find its right place. we are one street over from where we lived last year on the second floor of a triplex in our loved Phinney Ridge.

i walk down the hill every Monday-Thursday to catch the 358 bus to downtown. i love it. i don't care that i am running in heels to make it half the time, i feel a bit revived to be dressed and have meeting notes in my bag. I ride for about 14 minutes and land 5 blocks away from where i walk down step hills towards the water to get to my office. My building is one block off water and my heart somersaults each and every morning as i watch ferries, sailboats, and cranes on the water. It has definitely got me thinking more about cruises as I see all the big ships, but anyway, back to my point. i got a job and its good. really good. i have lots more to say on that as i really want you to know this place I will be investing my days in, but i also just want update.

so we are staying. which still manages to feel crazy and weigh 100 pounds on somedays and on others it feels like i can't picture myself anywhere else in the world. (aside from Spain, where i can always picture myself as a fluent speaking flamenco dancing women) this rewrite will continue to be laid out before us and in the meantime we remain curious and seeking and hopeful and scared and mad and grateful.

soon i will be writing again as i find my space and time again. thanks for hanging in there with me.