“I am stumbling in pursuit of grace, I hunt patience with a vengeance.”


you don't know me.

I woke up today feeling inspired and renewed. Met up with my younger cousin last night after a (spring) quarter apart and like the last time we hung out, the meet’s… interesting. She’s twenty, twenty too young yet convinced she’s twenty too old, which therefore always leaves me feeling too much my age. We’re only four years apart truth be told, yet funnily, a generation apart. My soul feels aged against her vibrant youth.

So much to share, too many stories to tell.

I started my morning unpacking my last box of items namely my books. Now my book collection is back on my shelves again, in this old-slash-renewed-home. It’s silly to admit this aloud, maybe, but having my books back on my shelf makes me feel so happy and a lot more like myself, as if all of me have at last made the long journey back home.

And I guess this is it.

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