Conway is dead. It’s official. I’m sure I will write up a post soon about how that house and the people in/around it changed my life, probably shed a tear. Gotta let it go though, and grow up and move on. It hit it’s peak and now it’s over. It’s been a good long ride. I’ve been so busy/stressed/concerned with moving out and cleaning up I haven’t had time to skate or think much about anything including turning another year older today. I’ve been sorting through memories, junk, necessities, and trash all week. With so much anxiety about it every night was filled with dreams on repeat about packing and sorting. On top of horrible allergies that keep me up at night with mucus dripping down my face wondering how much you can swallow before you make yourself sick. It’s gross but it’s reality.

Today I’m letting all that go. Enjoying a new place, a new phase. Waking up free from all the packing and cleaning, riding my heart out. Followed by my favorite breakfast of french toast. Now I’m sitting at my desk pretending it’s simply a cabana on the beach. My socks are really just my feet buried in the sand. the computer screen is a giant ball of sunshine warming up my heart. Lunch with close friends. After this workday I’m off to a very relaxing massage thanks to my special man friend. Followed by sushi and more friends. Missing Tahoe and family however so, life is sweet. I’m walking on sunshine…