Everything changed over the course of a few weeks, with tenuously splits between excitement and exhaustion — but now I'm here, and never imagined it like so, but it's good;

but moving, once again, even though it's hopefully the last big move in a long, long time (albeit with a few smaller moves in the horizon, still — and some uncertainty)

finally doing something; finally at it

and yet the constant movement — being exposed every day, every single day — it's a poignant reminder of all the hoops I have been jumping, and so a few words, some ideas

of friends, of community, of loneliness, of purpose

such big words! such big ideas.