I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.
-- Megan Miranda, Fracture
i found myself lingering around thoughts of moving out of this house, sometimes -- the mornings i woke up to Norah Jones on my playlist and beating around the fact that it's a brand new day all over again. which is a good thing, of course. we spoke of new beginnings, blessings and insecurities, but these go on, don't they? i lived for a week in the mountains and i didn't want to leave. i lived by the sea half of my life, and i left. perhaps anticipating the holidays to come is what makes it all worthwhile. this is home, this feeling that we belong, regardless. (we might move to the mountains though, who knows :)