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this place is un. canny. i am finding so much love and am so comfotable that it seems strange to go back into my room and see that i am not yet unpacked.
the red walls glow. the neighbors are all so cool, it's like i'm living in a co-op, except that we all have our own houses. the boundaries between which almost don't exist. so i have access to innumerable tools, backyards, cats and kids. and. . . after a discussion just last night with a new friend about how i would like to find some kundalini yoga, lo and behold, who do i meet while dining at the workplace of said new friend, but a super duper cool kundalini yogini. who teaches about 5 minutes from my house. and who will teach me in exchange for help with a funky new haircut/dyejob. thank you, universe.
so, things are going well already. i put in an application for the barista position that they are seeking to fill at the bombest bakery i have ever been to, my room is arranging itself pretty well (still manifesting some bookshelves, and maybe a few file cabinets), isis is in 7th heaven with all her new playmates (human and canine) and gone for me are the worries about bad choices and getting stuck somewhere i do not want to be. ahhhhhhh.
the red walls glow. the neighbors are all so cool, it's like i'm living in a co-op, except that we all have our own houses. the boundaries between which almost don't exist. so i have access to innumerable tools, backyards, cats and kids. and. . . after a discussion just last night with a new friend about how i would like to find some kundalini yoga, lo and behold, who do i meet while dining at the workplace of said new friend, but a super duper cool kundalini yogini. who teaches about 5 minutes from my house. and who will teach me in exchange for help with a funky new haircut/dyejob. thank you, universe.
so, things are going well already. i put in an application for the barista position that they are seeking to fill at the bombest bakery i have ever been to, my room is arranging itself pretty well (still manifesting some bookshelves, and maybe a few file cabinets), isis is in 7th heaven with all her new playmates (human and canine) and gone for me are the worries about bad choices and getting stuck somewhere i do not want to be. ahhhhhhh.