Today friends from the road will be sleeping in my living room and art will finally be hung on the walls and I can stop staring at these tabs full of job applications and maybe stop stressing for a few seconds, you know, let loose. Today I’ll pay bills and buy myself a new camera (even though I shouldn’t, really, I shouldn’t) and nurse this head cold and do the dishes and keep my fingers crossed and maybe write a letter to say “hello” and “I miss you something fierce” or “I hope you find your way home.” God, I hope I find my way home.