a few spacious hours to clean and shower (though the calm was violently interrupted by the fire alarm that suddenly, after a month of living in my new place, decided to wake the dead because steam -oh dear god, NOT STEAM! - was in my apartment). next, i puttered over to the kitchen to cook before two close friends came over.
a night of home made food. fresh (albeit slightly imperfect) cupcakes. pear cider. laughter. and honest communication of many forms.
it was a quiet night at home. and it held far more then i ever could have imagined.
i am grateful.
happy new year.
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