i slept on a bed for the first time in a month.

a real bed.

with high count, chocolate brown fitted sheet below my skin and a tucked layer of goodness above me. an authentic down comforter and custom, mom-and-daughter made cover allowed me to forget every previous cold, drafty night.

the steel head board dad and i fashioned together aestically holds the visual pleasure and functional warmth together. [though i doubt he'll ever want to move it cross country again] illuminated by a single light from above, it toys with me and silently beckons me to climb into its layers with my favorite pages. i might have to give in…

and i guess, as far as logistics are concerned, i’ve officially made the transition from KS to CA. i hold a bank account and i have a monthly transportation pass. i pay an exorbitant amount for rent and am learning the best muni line to catch into downtown. i buy groceries based on how much i can carry home and mooch off of my neighbor’s wireless connection. i sleep through the inherent noise of city living and am learning which coffee shop serves the best brew. i absolutely love watching the endless activity from my window and look forward to the many stories this city will tell.

i say ‘logistically’ to the previous observation regarding transitions because in all other ways possible, the transitional process is far from over. i know i’ve belabored this point and for my faithful readership, i’m sure you’re more ready than i for it to be complete. but this really has been hard, more so than i thought it would be. though not in a weepy-emotional way, but rather in a, i-still-don’t-feel-quite-like-myself-yet kind of way.

i’m ready to feel like myself again.

but until then, i’ll enjoy the stability of having my ‘life’ more in place. i’ll thumb through my old journals, tell you the stories of living with a cartoonist, writer and architect, and i’ll take time to enjoy the park nearby. trips to portland and pheonix are lined up first and then i promise, photos of the new place will follow.

and now, to enjoy a real big girl bed… a good night’s sleep is so underrated.

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