Last week Matt and I finished our move to our new little studio on Valencia & 17th. We’re still getting settled, but at least everything is unpacked and there are no traces of cardboard boxes to be found!

Then, I had to quickly (re)pack some clothes, and head to Wichita, KS for a weekend with family on my Dad’s side. It was my Granny and my Great-Aunt’s 89th birthday! Also, a new baby cousin was baptized. It was very eventful, and emotional, in so many good ways. It was great to be with my parents and family I haven’t seen since moving to SF (or longer!).

Here’s an excerpt from a long poem I wrote about the weekend:

bitter, tasteless
airport, airplane
coffee
running, running
to family
to the way
hands have
collapsed, squeeze
frail, strong
so determined
“it’s how you keep going”
transitions, changes
life
love
family
from babe
to elderly
how great to live
how great my family
how great
another round of
hellos, goodbyes
airports, airplanes
bad coffee
running, running
so many
heart homes