I have missed my connections, the internet abducted 2 of my entries and I had a few days of tech phobia. I am back, I was in New Orleans, Hattiesburg, New Orleans, and now home. Well sort of, We have an apartment that is writing it's own sitcom. The dryer is so loud, that we can only use it as we are running out. The toilet runs for a few minutes after you flush it, we have an outdoor storage closet that has a door that doesn't lock. Of course we have people above us, a little jumping and their version of a loud dryer. I never imagined how many opportunities I would have to live in an apartment. But..... if we had stayed in NYC, this would have been a palace, the idiosyncrasies just pure charm.

This photo is of a window in Hobby airport. I remember when it was being created. Late, one night coming home from my usual NOLA trip, I just had to stop. I love that someone wants color and beauty to be inserted in the middle of an ordinary day or along the way on a tired travel night. My house was about color, creativity and fun. I have missed that. My sadness has felt beige, or off white like the winter. Blank, looking at tile, flooring, cabinets, tubs can feel so flat when it happens all of a sudden....burn from trauma. Money and fear of lack can overshadow the new creation of my home. I am digging deep to find my excitement in painting a brand new canvas. Orlando and I are an amazing team as co-creators. All new beginnings present obstacles and challenges. I can do this one with all of the the love and support that surrounds us. Right now, we are figuring out how to battle with mold and moisture. We've got this battle won.