I just had the strangest vision - of what my new house will look like. What furniture I will have in the space. The cedar chest and walnut bench. An old family desk and mirror, my grandfather's leather chair.
Contemplating what is important to me: light, minimalist, with a full mirror, empty floor to dance, a place to write. A place for a cat(s).
A place for love, always.
To be safe and easy, to quietly hold all the gifts from these years, from knowing you.
Remember what we created. It is ours, always.
(Rico and I have mutually and lovingly decided to go our separate ways. This is how I feel currently. Love all of you.)