nicole @nicole@myna.social

More importantly: I came away. Now I’m sitting at SFO with a glass of wine and a boarding pass.

I just wrapped up a very short work week with a subset of my Pocket peeps. There’s lot of hard earth to till, and we definitely sweat for our progress, but I came away impressed and inspired by my coworkers. 🥰

Some ppl think I’m a man dressed as a woman. Surprise. I’m actually a woman dressed as a rubber duck. 🫰

Back at the house for some dog sitting this weekend and someone is protesting my plan to do laundry by nesting on it.

I miss you too, you little monster. ☺️

Gosh, I love scary trees.

Making a space mine usually involves a lot of this.

There are days where I lift mountains, and find myself screaming, “more, more, MORE!” And then there are days where I barely manage to move a jellybean halfway across the surface of a table, and I’m ready to collapse.

Today’s a jellybean day.

Somewhere around 03:00 this morning, during a particularly fretful bout of sleeplessness, I discovered Girls Aloud.

I have arrived. I spent the back half of today unboxing my new apartment. I need to buy some shelves for the pantry, a sofa, and a reading chair.

And a wine rack.

I really, really need a wine rack.

Chibi’s really here for the snoozing.

I watch anime. I’ve been watching anime since there was anime to watch. These days, I’m usually bored by it (see, watching since there was anime to watch), but I persist because every once and so often I’ll find one that grips me, and then I’ll spend an entire weekend binging (and probably crying).

Six episodes in and #frierenbeyondjourneysend is feeling like one of these. We’ll see if it holds: they have 22 more episodes to screw it up.

I won’t get to sleep there until Tuesday night: my partner’s in Dallas for the eclipse, and I’ve been sentenced to dog-sitting.

Oh, woe is me. 🥰

Moving day! I woke up at 0400 to finish packing, lost the permanent marker (found it later in my bathroom sink 🤷‍♀️), and ended up labelling the last few boxes with an eyeliner brush and some premium soy sauce.

The apartment has good bones, but needs paint, spackle, and drywall repair—it’s pretty shabby looking. But, hey, it’s my own place for the first time since my 1L year of law school (the only other time I’ve ever lived alone)!

Happy TDoV, everyone.

Everyone’s journey is different; all are challenging. Being seen for who and what you are inside, especially by yourself, requires hard labor. Along the way, you will sweat and you will cry. So too will those around you who have known and loved you the most, because the only inevitabllity of transition is change. And change is hard, regardless of which side of it you are on.

My heart to yours and to all those around you who are doing the work to see and be seen. 😘💋💋💋

Okay, so more moving talk. I was planning to not have a television or projector setup in the new apartment, partly because background streaming is a mind killer, but also because I just want to get back into the habit of reading. (And also, also: one less gizmo to distract).

But.

But.

I have a Commodore 1084 CRT in the basement … 😳