Thirty-Eight

Hi. I'm here. No, not there. Over here. 

Go Charlotte, it's my birthday. I woke up sick today. What is that about? It's probably from exhaustion - the move was b-r-u-t-a-l, and I'd talk about it but I'm hoping that I've already started the process of repressing it forever. The great news is that I'm settled in an apartment and it's homey and I love it. My stuff is mostly put away and things are getting organized. My little brother helped me beyond what any brother who was pinned down twenty-five years ago and made to wear make up and curled hair should ever have to do. He was amazing. I was less than amazing, mostly worrying about the cat running into new walls and babbling incoherently while lining up all my toiletries in perfect rows in the bathroom. The move was really hard.

I'm happy to be in Portland, and I'm thankful to have another year under my belt, and I'm hopeful that this year will hold a lot of great things for me and for us. More soon.