Princess Adora

the 

long

                     and winding road

                                                      that leads

to 

your door.

When I was little I had a boy best friend and when I didn’t want to play cowboys and he didn’t want to play Barbies, we’d play house. 

Usually we would pretend we were some sort of space scientists who lived together as best friends in some sort of futuristic dwelling high in the sky or deep in the earth. Often we had a pet monkey. I remember more than once he asked that his name be Matvik, which I’m pretty sure is not even a real name. 

I don’t know what made me think of him or that today.

I don’t know if I believe in things like fate or divine intervention, but a few strange coincidences and pleasant surprises happened this weekend and I may be starting the next chapter of my life story sooner than planned.

I’ve always been a fast reader.

Biked and drank wine til 2 am this morning. Glorious.

But the thing about drunk biking is that you don’t realize your legs hurt until your alarm goes off in the morning and your thighs hurt even more than your head.