we are home. coming home i had mixed feelings: i felt like i had been away for so long, all i wanted was my bed, my kitchen, my shower. all day long, at the airports, in the cheesy and overpriced restaurants and bars, on the max, i just could not wait to get home. but once we got into portland, once we were in the southeast, i was apprehensive and wished we had changed our flights and stayed on vacation a bit longer. i went straight for the restroom once we got home and it looked so different, so barren, like we had just moved in or were in the process of moving out. because it's ceaselessly cold in here it's stopped feeling comfortable and home-y; upon returning home we promptly invested in an Excellent ceramic heater and finally put up some of andrew's art, etc. seeing his house, and their aunt's studio, and all of the artwork she has in her house, made me want to make and do and make and do. i want a studio space surreal enough to satisfy the range of my ideas. (and of course the materials, tools, etc.)

super weird: yesterday at work i was peering out the door like i usually do and i saw a girl i kind of recognized. i looked again and was certain it was a girl i used to sit next to at AA, who happened to move to town a few days ago, so i pushed the door open with my shoulder (since my hands were full) and she must have felt the air change because just then she looked at me and we both did double takes at what a super strange coincidence it was. pequeno mundo.