Street Where You Live

More honesty. Less judgin'.
Fewer facts. More questions.
More soaking. Less grabbing.
Less less. More more.

Cherry blossoms in DC. March 2012.

I have often walked down this street before,

but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.

Triangles

Monday.

The above is not a great photo of me and Muff, but it's us in our element. Chatting and writing together. Wearing trashy clothes. Hair mussed. Cozy. It's important that I show you this photo because it's an act of humility to say, "Yeah, this is actually how we look most of the time we're together. IT'S NOT ALL PHOTO SHOOTS IN CHERRY BLOSSOMS."*

IDEA FROM MUFF: Our issues exist in triangles.
The three sides are pride (we are boastful of this thing about us), but also insecurity (but we know this thing could be damaged, or go away, or others might not see it like we do), and judgement (because we have this thing, we find it ridiculous--literally--that others don't.)

An example might be a very pretty girl who is prideful, but also knows wrinkles are part of life (insecure), but still, she judges others with plain faces.

If you've got one, you've got 'em all. And these triangles can really break us. We stand in the middle of an idea and yoke ourselves to three contrasting but conjoined feelings. OR, we can break these triangles. And humility is the magic hammer, y'all.

*I accidentally typed "Cherry Clossoms"--which could either be a delicate tea cookie, or a lesser-known Japanese monster a la Mothra. "NAN DESU KA!? CRUROSSUM DESU!"

I MISS VIRGINIA

It's been a great afternoon. Sincerely. Chelle greeted me at the airport with breakfast burritos stuffed with potatoes and pinto beans. Green sauce. We laughed these giant laughs and cast our nets far in the catch-up game.

I snuggled into bed eating the Reese's eggs Muff had decorated my guest room with. Trying to inch closer to Richmond. Super sunny here--I swam in the pool because I have one. My elementary school self would gasp at the idea that I don't jump in this body of clear water at least once a day, every day.

But, oh, I unpacked my suitcase and a tiny note "Love you so much" unearthed itself. Oh, just less than 24 hours ago I was in that white living room with one lamp on in Virginia, eating Spring Oreos with these PEOPLE, these LOVING PEOPLE. Oh, I suppose there are far worse fates to love so many people from so many different places, that no matter where you go, you're missing someone.


Hosts with the mosts.


Besties. Old Roommates. Love.


Cherry blossoms on the ground.

I mean, there are worse fates, but right now, I miss my dear friends.

I'm not drowning. There's no one here to save.