today i move to france. everything i own (minus a vintage car i couldn’t say bye to) fits neatly into 2 suitcases. to bear witness to life’s ability to momentarily crumble, and the way it will inevitably put itself back together again, sealing its pieces with a sticky substance made up of what i can only describe as achingly beautiful growth and transformation, has laid me out on the floor an uncountable amount of times over the last few months (years?). excited. scared. happy. sad. empty. full. paris, je rentre à la maison. los angeles, we lived many moons together. blowing you kisses.