I was so eager that I sprained my toe stepping into this home. I pretended I didn't, however, because I didn’t want the realtor to think I was an idiot that couldn’t walk through a door, and then afterwards, I hobbled the few blocks back to work and told my beloved work pals, "I think I found her". I write this post to celebrate the first half year of many I will be here in my sweet home.

To be pulled out of my head straight into wildness a hop, skip and jump from where I slumber is 1) a fact of life my inner child is so curiously perplexed about being blessed with and 2) essential to my wellbeing.