i was going to go on about how the house is turned up on its head as we move the clutter into chaos into order. but then, i realized this is true of where i am in all things in some ways lately. and then i knew i was too sleepy to dive into all that comes with admitting this.
take another breath.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
- Anatole France