Make Something for Tomorrow
First year of moving to DC
Appreciation is a kind of touch, and today I hold the last year in my hands.
I woke early, said goodbye to my ex, and drove for hours. I sat with the dejection and sang Bad Bunny “Trellas” on the way down. I belted it. When it shuffled to the next song, I decided that was enough grieving now. I was heartsick, energized, and proud.
If there is one thing different from last year, it is how clear the risk of moving towards happiness is worth it.
I say this with a strong heart. I have contentment in my heart, and I move through the world with it. I want to write. I want to read. I want languages (Amharic, Farsi, Swahili, Italian, French, Spanish).
Curiosity is the exact power of a happy life. Once there is no more curiosity, there is no more light. And living here brings that to me.
More soon,
Trevor