Poached Sole


Today was a happy-sad one. I realized how little time I had left to stay at the center, and how many people I would miss hanging out with. The happy part is knowing what I get to come home to.

Here’s a pic from a few months back, a simple enough night that sums up how much I love being centered around home now. Deanna made some French style poached sole while I built a playlist.

I’m willing to accept my status as a paradox, both capable of a ravenous wanderlust and a deep appreciation for being home.

 

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