nothing in particular: . back .

one year from my last post. I am sitting in my room in Madison, Wisconsin. This is my last night in Madison, this trip and I hope for a very long time. The further I get from the ocean the more difficult it is for me to breath. This place in particular, how I find myself here and how my life will forever be connected to this place, I can't breath. I'm giddy knowing I will be driving out, away, tomorrow, finally.

I arrived a few days ago to help Izzy make her transition out, to move back home. I am beyond relieved to be taking this step, but most of all to be spending time with Izzy and laughing, hard. Where did the last 19 years go? Dear life, you weren't kidding.