seasoning the cast iron, organizing the new room, thinking of designs, staring out the window, feeding the sourdough, cleaning the sauerkraut, giving love and attention to the kombucha, checking my ferment, plotting to make chilero, uploading photos, feeling out my new kitchen, piling up my books, thinking about what to put on my walls, filling the bathroom cabinet, folding clothes. All the extensions of myself that transform a place into a home. My home. Im making a home for myself. Sometimes I cant believe that.

happy new year y'all.

i had a marvelously mellow new years eve. calm, restorative, invigorating and fun. right now i am packing up my room for the move which will happen in a few days. tomorrow I get the keys and cut two huge checks for everything. i do not like writing huge checks. super bumsville.

this is so much more a diary than a real blog. i was thinking about writing and about food, shock, and realized that i could never start writing about food seriously in this blog because of its nature as a place for me to vent, ramble and or simply talk about whatever. its also old.

my room is almost all packed up, the shelves need to be broken down. the bed stripped and taken out, that wont be until the day i actually move. the 4th or so, i think. just down the street, more or less and i feeling overwhelmed. but ahead of things. somedays i dont know how to let go or calm down. and often i give people the advice, let it go or calm down its gonna be fine. if only i could take my own advice. sigh.

bedtime.