Delightful Ghosts

I have been blessed recently by the brush of many of my nearest and dearest friends taking the time out of their exciting lives to come visit me in my new home of San Francisco. Enjoying laughs and relishing in memories- both old and budding- I am reminded of a life that I once had. And in the reminder, I remember that I can still have that life with these people, that memories aren't finite, that we can continue to create moments.

It's easy to get caught in the motions of a routine that doesn't do you well. To sleep late, to work mundanely, to return to your empty bed, to say nothing, to think not a thing. This is where I was beginning to find myself more than I'd like to admit. But with the simple presence of the people that I love the most has reignited me. Again I crave creation, idolize idealism, and wonder.

To those who are responsible for my rising from the ashes, I thank you. It is a unique situation to know such amazing people and be able to bathe in their sunlight. I love you all.