i'll sleep next to you, even with dakota the girl dog.

"when going through a breakup, it's nice to wake up next to somebody. it doesn't have to be a boy, and preferably, it should be you, emily katz."

reaping the benefits of meg's house sitting adventure in sea cliff has been special. it's meant never knowing the exact words to use or how to navigate the feelings of someone else's heartache-- because, let's be real: no one heartbreak is ever the same. this has been so good for my soul. to simply be present and remember the diary of my own heart; the reality of what this weekend has been, and will never be again, recognizing my own freedom from my past and the direction i get to choose for myself-- it's been nothing but refreshing.

the fog continues to burn off over the golden gate bridge and i think about how overwhelmingly grateful i am to be able to vacation from my life but to stay in this sweet, transient city. a place where i make no commitment of permanence, but rather, a commitment to indefinitely invest deeply in what i'm surrounded by. the people i continue to wake up next to and share almond scones with who are partnered with a good God who helps me to love better.

and so today, i look forward to a new twelve months. for continued grief and loss and community and wisdom and real joy. for new babies and the search for rainbow chip frosting. for friends who've moved so close, and more opportunities to see my favorite fireworks from a rooftop, the ones which adam's mother has named the the bob marley ones. for more of meg's lies saying, "it's really a party, you should come." for travels to greece and portland and turkey. for rachael's musical knowledge of good music like bowerbirds. for sixtyseven dollar gourmet ice creams. for wednesday mornings at dynamo. for more conversations about kids and teaching and the social/emotional connection. and for you, the wise woman i've been able to wake up next to: your grace, courage and strength are awe inspiring; i have so much to learn from you. and i'm surprisingly looking forward to my first cup of black, home roasted coffee.