The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain

Life is short, week 20 of 52

Status report: Back to working nights, a few advils and a caffeine withdrawal migraine. A couple hive eruptions here and there.

1. Being in a completely foreign county and feeling at home. I don’t know why, but since I first visited, Orange County has felt like home. Going back — even for a week, just feels like the smells and streets are homey. I do know that most of it are the people I have other there, but I have a general sense of direction now. Which, if you know me in real life, is a big frigging deal.

2. Getting home safe. After a smidge of a delay, a health emergency, and unexpected medical costs, I finally got home. I know it could have been worse. I know I’m hella lucky to have my loved ones on that side of the world rally and take care of me and make sure I was safe.

3. The buns. Unwilling emotional support animals, agitators, my bunnies lives are more important than mine. They don’t know how much they keep me sane, keep me wanting to show up for them so I show up for me. They’re not young anymore, and I need to keep a closer eye, but they’re still here and I’m grateful.

Song of the week: Happy For Me by Kenzie


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