Tonight felt like coming home. After leaving for so long it’s strange to feel back. Like the first summer after college. Forgotten among misfits, all of us toys.

I built a bed today. My first bed in many ways. It feels better not being on the floor. I feel like a cat in a tree. Enjoying the view. Not thinking about the climb down. Inevitable.

I love my little life. Low maintenance integrity, always smiling. What’s not to love? Starting over is not bad. Parts of it doesn’t feel good. That’s why some people peel their vegetables. I like to eat the skin, that’s where the history is.

Time to invest in trampolines.