nwhyc

what a weekend. serious soul-searching and so many new loves. so many past ones. so many loves transitioning from present to past. change.

I told a boy who I like that I have a crush on him tonight. yes, I put it out there, and it was, woo, like living, and guess what--it turned out pretty. he has a crush on me back--as lovely Ashleigh says: I'm living my truth.

and that I am, friends, though I muddle through quite a bit of un-truth in the process, working at finding that shining love in the middle.

anyway, NYC in September is quite eye-opening. I feel exactly the same this time as I did when I decided to go: that it is too much, that it clouds my thoughts. I love this place and it, like the vine that I can't get to stop coming through my fence and into my yard, is wrapped around my insides. and it always will be. but, i just can't do it right now. I want to be where I am right now, with my angel trumpets in my little bungalow in Houston. hurrah!

nyc, I loves you. and I love those who inspire me daily to find that which is true and beautiful.