Everything here is in it’s right place; it’s as though my apartment has resolved back to where it began, only with the memory of all its accumulated along the way. I’m not a sucker for completeness, but i like when things come together, and i like feeling okay. And right now i can see more hardwood floor than i’ve been able to see in months, and i feel okay. This past week i’ve felt like life has started to come together, and spending today with the people i came here with just added to the good cheer. Maybe once i really find a life of my own, i’d be ready to let someone else into it. I hope so…