I fell in love here with everything.

We leave tomorrow. I'm ready, I think, to be home, in my bed, on my comfy fluffy couch, back into my routine, driving my car, eating chocolate chip cookies, doing all that stuff that makes a life a life. We had the option today of staying here at Casa Cares or going back into Florence. I'm so glad that I stayed, because you guys, this is what I'm looking at right now:
It's 66 Degrees outside (that's in fahrenheit!), a breeze coming in from outside, and the swallows seem to constantly excited about life and I'm sitting on my bed listening to Sufjan Stevens ("The spirit is right and the spirit doesn't change"- this line always gets me!).

I've changed the music to Nina Nastasia now. She makes me feel like I've been spinning around in circles, and that's so appropriate , because when I think about going home, that's how I start to feel. Going home ("home" is what I've been calling Casa Cares for the past two weeks) is going to be such a strange journey.

(From "Treehouse Song":
"Months and months we'd stay up high
Because all the climbing takes such time
And we'd live on the blooms carried in by the breeze")

To end this post, I'll show you what I saw out my window last night, while I was listening to Ryan Adams:



I love everything here. Especially the sky.