the shape of this week

I've been thinking a lot this past week about family and and the concept of home and life in general.

About goals.

About how travel is stretching long and New York is both so close and so far away, and how right now I really want to go back to that place I love most in the world right now and stay, quietly, but how I also ache to move from place to place, because roaming is in my blood and I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to stop my feet from running.

Because I'm an introvert but I'll never be able to stay away from people.

Because I love books and words but mostly because they tell stories—about people. about human hearts, and even on days that are murder to be alive, to be human, I love what the human heart can feel. What it can be.

This is my statement to the world: I'm glad to be breathing, and I'm thankful for the people who are bringing back that joy. Who are teaching me how to create and accept a life worth living.

I am also very grateful for rain.