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No boobs right now. But environments change you. They leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar (as the prophet once said).

Good God, when was the last time you get to feel like yourself. Especially during the same three-day period where you have to deal with…… family. Triumphancy (it didn’t autocorrect, so it’s’a word now!): those you have; those you adopted, welcomed, maybe let go of, or decided to keep; figuring out who’s in-or-out-of style.

You get closer to figuring it out. And while you do, you get LEGIT New York Pizza on the way, and the non-religious individually determined blessing of taking a moment.

New place. New keys. New smell. New walls, and chairs that feel different. There’s an enthusiasm to it that riles your brain. Jostles! That’s a word, too!

I can’t wait to ride this wave. It’ll, like most new places, become normal. And that’s OK. I love that about beautiful places.

Thank you all; I love you. More to come, so soon.