HM: Easy

I am sitting at someone else’s kitchen table. I am typing on someone else’s lap top and I am looking out of someone else’s 23rd story window at a view of the city that increasingly becomes ‘mine’. Its a funny thing how by letting myself go I have slowly started to reign myself in. Piece by piece I have started to assemble a life for myself here. It feels… good.

The HM for the day is, quite frankly the day. Its been slow and easy and replete with home made breaky, some reading and art. Its rainy out which only adds to the feeling that I am cocooning and involved in a sort of harmless but deliciously private conspiracy.