One of the flaws with writing here is that at times I call my shots. That is not always a bad thing, but being hyper aware of the eyes on this blog now, some things I have to keep closer than usual. Since I am accused of recruiting allies and other nonsense, it seems prudent to not broadcast next steps. I mean, even seeing it in black and white won’t alter much, after all I am still standing in the sunshine of facts and truth, but no need to make things harder on me right?

In May of last year this space, my HOME was still waiting for me to treat it like such. My furniture was in boxes waiting for the man to assemble them. I even thought of doing it myself then I remembered I didn’t want to do that. I was sitting around waiting for someone else to make this happen. All I ever needed was motivation and me.

I had to endure some mediocre sex for the bookcase and the patio furniture but it s assembled.

I has to travel to Richmond to pick up the altar.

I needed to go to American Canyon for the desk and the aluminum accessories I also picked up that day.

In short order this space began to look like me, like I lived here. I didn’t rush to get the things done I have, instead I gave myself the permission to wait because time was on my side. No need to rush when there was not an expiration date on my presence. While that is less than thrilling to some, I am proud of it. Outside of Limekiln, I’ve only renewed one other lease. I did it out of fear and desperation to have to return to Limekiln, and well I ended up back there anyhow.

There is no more Limekiln for me though, some other name is on that deed, and I am 3000 miles from it. While I do expect that I will have at least one more Vallejo address – I even have the house # in mind – this is my home. I don’t have to do anything or I can do everything.

I ignored that luxury while my life was on pause a year ago waiting for permission to expand and exist. I don’t regret the choice, it was the right one for me at the time, and it was the one I pushed all the chips to the center of the table for but I was on pause.

As I continue to travel in the 2nd year, I reminded myself that there as a think about me that I’d not unpacked. One of the first things that landed in my kitchen was the pink Keurig coffee maker. I got it that first day, along with the microwave. The microwave is not pink.

I have tons and tons of counter space and it’s slowly been filled with little things that speak the story of me. One larger thing arrived though, the pink air fryer. I hadn’t ordered one before because the man said he was buying it. He never did, and I didn’t for a number of reasons. Then I looked at my food budget and pulled the plug. The one I ordered, it’s a pretty cool model, and it’s pink. He would not have gotten me a pink one, he would have gotten something boring and black.

The pink appliances are another example of me moving …forward. I used that word all the time as I contributed to the plan for the move here, and now it’s time to restore it to my vocabulary as I thrive here.

The bed should get here within a week and I am looking forward to Iron Man arriving to test its strength. I am also looking forward to the date. I have not given him a name yet, I will though should he stick around.

There are new pillows on the sofa, and the only other thing I want right now for the living room is 50′. I may wait on that until after vacation in June. Yes I said vacation. I’d would like to travel more, but all in good time. I look up from this spot and I can see the PRIDE fan I have hanging. Turns out there is a lot to be proud of for me.

Sadly one of those things is no longer being able to say I never caught COVID. That’s a small thing though, even though I feel like I walked onto I80. I will get through this as well, like I’ve gotten though everything else.

Now to rest, because there is lots more living and lots more pink to populate.