Inside of this

This little corner of the internet is a nice little place to call home... despite the fact that I average visits only bi-annually.  If this blog were my mother, it would tell me to call home more often!

I think a most permanent and pervasive shift has occurred in my life since my last entry.  I MET SOMEONE  THE ONE.  It's been a year and a half, and I still marvel at my good fortune every single day.  This whole vast expanse of universe, and she walked into my little world.

The story:
Matched on tinder, TOTALLY swiped right.  Met at the National Gallery one October Wednesday afternoon.  I was late.  She was beautiful.  I literally fell in love at first sight.

AND OK, love is pretty fantastic.  But this love?  How is it possible that people can just walk around the world being in love, this kind of love, without just exploding?  It is unparalleled and unbelievable.  Literally every single thing in my world is better and brighter now that she is in it--and things were already pretty damned great and bright before.

One time, Ingrid Michaelson told me (...well okay, me and 1,000 of my closest friends at the U Street Music Hall) that a poet once tried to write a poem about the ocean in a quaint, seaside cottage.  Try as he might, the ocean waves lapping outside of his door couldn't inspire him. Dejected, he left the beach and returned to the city.  To his surprise, the words began to flow and he was able to write about what he could no longer see. 

If you want to write, sing, create.. sometimes it helps to get the distance to do so.