Movie nights over the weekend, all you can eat sushi dates, a couple of casual drinks at the local [...]
In less than ten days and two thousand miles to the east I'll be finding myself seeking shelter from a dear old friend while I take time to lick my recent wounds and then heal my hurt psyche shortly after. I don't know what the future entails and for now I am perfectly okay with not wanting to find out. What I do know though is I will be taking some time to transform my temporary refuge into a healing space for both my mind and body.
With warmer weather rolling in allowing to resume the occasional night visit to the red rock canyon, the moments to disconnect from the world while breathing in the air under the starry night sky should soften the hard landing sustained as a result of my recent apartment move. The home of four years was home no more and the feeling of bitterness as a result has felt quite overwhelming with the moving process being deeply traumatizing. A shockingly steep increase in rent paired with painfully slow pandemic recovery, increased cost of living courtesy of record high inflation and a few unfortunate events has severely limited the number of options available to me and my best friend. In between property taxes going up, fed rate increases to tame inflation and good ol' american branded corporate greed the cost is ultimately passed onto the consumer, meaning you and me.