I think I’ve cried every single day since Cancer season has begun—tears shed for endings, for unknown beginnings, for how everything feels so tender & precious.
I’m currently moving into a new physical space—finally, a home to call my own. It has been tiring & stressful, as I found my perfect place and moved within 2 weeks of returning from Europe. I’ve been unearthing years of journals, photos, and memories that had been sitting in storage. Taking really good care of my high-anxiety dog, Roo, as he acclimates to our new home. Watching over him as he sleeps, monitoring the pace of his breath, thinking about how he’s turning 10 this year. How he has just a handful of years left on this Earth. How precious all of our time here is on this Earth.
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