and in this moment I am happy.

In the mild light of my new lamp, under the soft swoosh of the fan, with the air just cold enough to leave a nip. With deadlines that I don’t seem concerned about, for once not too worried about the future. In the nice and calming quiet, sans conversation and sans music. I feel so incredibly at home. I’ve begun to feel not so much at home at my own home. I was told this would happen, and I never believed it, and bam.

I’d be worried about it, but the fan is on and the light is mild and I have magic beans, so I’m not.