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Today I turned in the anthology, “Meet Me There, Another Time,” full of letters queer and trans people write to places they’ve had to leave behind, to the publisher. We will begin the production process next week. And it only makes sense this overlaps with the 10 year anniversary of finding my first “long term” home as an adult (lol only ~10 months) concluding what I also call, “The Year of 40 Homes,” which is exactly how it sounds.

I’ve been reflecting recently that it’s only these ten years later I’ve ever started to wrap my mind around what it means to have a future, or what it even means to stay. I feel impatient sometimes of not knowing the answers. I feel the way in which I’ve lost time, like many people. I am thankful for this atlas of letters, I think, to process more, connect more. And it all scares me, too.

Here is the window view of the first place I tried staying, which is to say I didn’t know this version of NYC nor this version of myself existed. As my friend Heather put it, there’s a version of you that fits into a potted plant and there’s a version of you that can plant into the ground. The growth, the seasons are different.