Breathe in, breathe out. New home=space to breathe.

What's playing on the iPod right now: Is This Love? by Bob Marley

Moved out. Moved in. Unpacked (mostly). Decorated (some). Partied. Cleaned up. More unpacking...

I love our new space, our "big home", as Indy calls it. It's roomy, airy, clean, fresh and has a great energy. And it's quiet, unless we're the ones making noise.

Hmm, my home is a great example for me to follow. While I'm not sure how to make myself more roomy and airy without hurting myself, I know that it's a good thing to be clean and fresh and to have great energy. And being quiet every now and then is a very good thing.

It's easier to handle the unexpected trials and tribulations when you've got a strong home base. I like the way we are here. I like the way we all appreciate our space because it's our space.

I like the way this feeling has carried over into other aspects of our lives. I like the way I am with others. I like the way that I'm reassessing every relationship in my life, and deciding, like I had to with the bulk of my material objects during the move, which are worth keeping, and which I've outgrown.

And I'm especially enjoying the peace that comes with accepting which people work with me and which don't. I've got this storehouse of energy that's renewed daily in my home and I don't want to waste it on anything and anyone that I don't have to. No more ties of false hope or guilt or even family obligation. Just peace in knowing that I've done about all I can. No more pretenses about whether or not to pursue the friendships. What's meant to be will be.

When you're happier for yourself, it's easy to be happier for other people. I love Jack Johnson's line from Banana Pancakes: When the whole world fits inside of your arms, don't really need to pay attention to the alarm, wake up slow, wake up slow. I can't wait for Dan to get home. Our two-person bathtub is a great place to discuss the day.

And even when there's no one home but me, I enjoy the silence and like the person I see in the mirror. If you're reading this, take a deep breath in and out and ask yourself,

What is my breathing space like?

Hope you like your answer!

Trying.

What's playing right now: Nocturne by Yasunori Mitsuda

I did it to myself again.

I let this rainy Monday get to me again. There's really no reason to feel the way I do; things are moving along the way they're supposed to. I've got plenty to look forward to.

Still, here it is. Melancholy.

I'll snap out of it in a minute. I guess it doesn't help that Mitsuda's playing in the background. What an amazing composer. If I throw on something more insane, I'm sure I'll be up and moving furniture or cooking or writing to my soon-to-be agent or something more productive than what I'm doing now.

This quiet is lovely, though.

This house is amazing.

Aw, shit. I'm sick of this emo pity party.

I'm gonna go put up my bed and the new canopy and the Halloween decorations.

We fin ta party this weekend, breh.

Good energy.

From 880, you have to drive over two bridges to get there. Once you find the street, you're sure to think, Ew, tract homes. I agree, they usually have no outer personality of their own and only vary slightly one from the other, but what the street lacks in diversity, it more than makes up for in...sweetness. (Struggling to find a word that describes the way I feel when I'm driving down that street, I was truly surprised to hear that word in my head and think, that fits.)

Unlike the street we live on now, which isn't half bad save for the apartments next door, this new street is winding, narrow, groomed and happy. It's obvious that anyone driving (slowly) down the street is either coming home or visiting. No one's just blowing through.

I cannot wait to hold the keys in my hand. Like a giddy new bride, I can't wait to cross over the threshold and put the first boxes down. Our new landlords, Danny and his mom, have such a great relationship and their residual energy is still present in the house. We're their first tenants and really, I love the positive calm that resonates off the bare, white walls. I would love to paint the walls, but nothing much darker than they are now. The white may be boring, but it's also clean and fresh.

More importantly, I can't wait to try something new.

We've been living a certain way and following certain patterns for years now and I think the time is ripe for a change. All of the positive traditions won't be touched-they're obviously working. The things that need changing are obvious and it shouldn't be too hard to make ourselves aware of them, and start on that 28-day path to new habits.

So thankful am I, that an altar of gratitude is one of the first things I'd like to establish in our new space. God is good and I'd like to show thanks everyday.

Must pack now.

Cheers!