on tornados, blackholes, and the like

ok. so it’s been awhile. if you said it’s been too long even, you’d be correct.

but here’s the thing. somehow after montreal i wound up in greensboro, nc in a little yellow, 100 year old house with 3 roomates and 3 chickens. and as you can imagine such a fantastic situation, you can imagine i decided to stay for the next year.

so here’s the basic rundown of my current life.

i work with three women in a radical hair salon called Figaro’s where i’m currently learning any and everything about hair. my roomates and i have been canning any and everything in our path. our house has a fireplace, [haunted] basement, so much love, but no internet and no air conditioning. my roomates names are katrina, kyle, and casey. currently our household is simultaneously stuck on russian literature. currently i’m trying to settle down, i’ve unpacked the contents of my pack, am beginning to collect possessions, and have not unrolled my sleeping bag for 3 weeks now, in exchange for a full size mattress with white, cotton sheets.

to think, one year ago i was living in a tiny aging pottery studio, on the other side of the planet, caring for the sheep filled green paddocks of lil old new zealand.

things are changing. i’ll tell you more about it soon.

thanks for being here, shaina joy

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