I’m having a lovely, calm evening in my apartment. I’m happy. Content, thankful happy, not giddy happy. There are so many things I don’t have figured out in my life, but I don’t care, at least right now. I love my place and the solitude I have here. Lighting candles, putting my music on the big speakers, making dinner, tea/wine, a bowl, and sitting down to lose myself back into my art mind rambles that maybe one day I will figure out. And of course some Etsying and other time sucking activities. I feel like moving here is so healthy for me. It’s silly that I was too nervous to live alone before, when in fact, I can’t think of another person who should live alone more than myself.