In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jungle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

- Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

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This is what I felt tonight. This moment of December. Alive and happy to be alive. The past few days were tough and had some downs but tonight at the coffee house with my cousin and my brother I felt a connection with them I haven’t felt with other people in a long time. I’m fine with telling people personal things but I rarely feel anything when telling it, rarely want the other person to understand how it made me feel. It’s usually told as a funny story, as a joke. My life, the joke. I told them about the one thing that somebody said to me that haunts me to this day. I don’t think I’ve told anybody but my mom that except for on the Internet because there’s a wall (screen?) between me and people on the Internet.

The coffee house itself was gorgeous. A converted house with a garden, fire pit, patio, pond. I want to go back.

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Christmas was lovely, at least in some parts. The family parts were overwhelming but I made tamales de azucar with my cousin and they were delicious. I didn’t get too many presents but I appreciate what was given me.

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I’ve moved all my photomanipulations and amateur photography to this main site/blog instead of a separate site.