
Honey, I’m home.

Honey, I’m home.

Handel’s Messiah.

An evening spent drawing and cleaning slowed me back down, but that tension in my chest lingered for hours.

I’m still pretty sure you’re all going to leave me at any minute.

She’s a keeper.

Family.

I might like her a bit.

I’m the best roommate.

The worst lies are those we tell ourselves.

This project has and continues to cost me far more than I have made monetarily from it. But these few moments, when they happen, make it all worth it.