It's been... a heck of a few months. Exactly what those few months entailed will, I'm sure, be the subject of some meta-analysis post about my own writing at some point, when it's all a little less fresh.
Suffice to say, I'm in a new house, in my old city, working a new job, living with an old friend. Some days I'm overcome with how much better things are now, other days I'm still knocked low by the burden of simply recovering from what was before.
But I talked months ago about feeling trapped and not knowing where to go. I don't feel like that any more. It's not perfect, but it doesn't have to be. It's enough. I'm happy, I'm safe. I have the time and energy to do what I love. I'm stable. I can write again. I owe more than words can say to the friends who were there for me in those few months and all the times before and since.
It's a short one, but there's not all that much else to say right now. I just wanted some way to acknowledge where I was and where I am, because I feel like that's owed.
In recompense for the months of quiet and the short post, please enjoy a song I haven't been able to get out of my head for weeks, which also apparently was in Our Flag Means Death, which sounds to me like an excellent excuse to watch it all the way through again:
