un ano

quick post before bed.
one year.
one year ago on august 10th i moved to california.
it doesn't seem that significant, but i realized as i knelt to pray before bed that a year goes a long way. i'm almost certain i didn't kneel to pray a year ago, and i know i laid in a strange bed in a strange house with lovely people i didn't know and cried. i don't know what i was crying about, but i think it was just knowing this was a permanent move, and i would have to make this place a home and homes are scary things to me. homes are friends and loved ones and familiarity and it's scary to think of leaving them. i liked being a vagabond moving alot, avoiding roots. BUT HB feels like home. it's where my head rests and heart swells. what lovely friends and memories and what growth has happened in 365 short days!?
thanks HF for letting me live in such a lovely place.
i love it here. it feels nice to have a home. i guess it was meant to be :)
here's to another year!