It’s only the 19th, which means there’s more of March to come, but so far, I:

drank too much caffeine, then not enough caffeine, then too much again

started running on some walks – I’m not sure why

laughed until I cried

cried (from gratitude, joy, fear, and heartache)

ate oysters and fries and washed them down with champagne

felt for the first time like I was re-entering society after years of beautiful isolation

enjoyed Nils Frahm but spent most of his show thinking about Ganavya, his “support” act, who deftly broke (and healed) my heart

took a moment every day to sink into gratitude

sat on trains and trams and watched the world move

cracked jokes with the postman after he caught me naked by the pool on a Monday afternoon

practiced banjo (a little, better than not at all)

never got sick of hanging out laundry to dry

realized I wasn’t reading enough

remembered to be present, maybe not as much as I’d like

put hundreds of shiny things in online shopping carts before closing the tabs

marveled at our home because it’s alive: it breathes, it has walls made of earth that trap and release heat, it has cobwebs and spiders and it feels real and tangible

said to Jesse (nearly every day): “I can’t believe we live here”

said to Jesse (every day): “I love you” and meant it