touch down part two

never in my nomadic adventures have i felt so homeless: sitting at whole foods, jet lagged and expectant, waiting for a friend who i am crashing with tonight. even knowing there are two other places about the city i could call home tonight without even having to ask doesn't seem to help the feeling of being completely untied to a physical place in this city.

and i think the element that heightens this particular moment comes down to uncertainty. i am stepping into uncertainty in a new way, on several levels simultaneously. it is humbling how scary it is despite how hard i have been teaching myself to weather moments like these for the past six months.

but here i am, vulnerable and true, living and breathing exactly what is hardest but best.