Over joyed. Excited. Enthusiastic. Grinning after a hard climb, relishing that there's another peak. There are always other mountains.
I've recently moved into a Co-op house here in Buffalo, NY, nestled in the west side. Laughter and music, cooking and cleaning sounds are filling my room as I write this. I moved in after a few years of being a guest, a community member, at the sister house to this one. (I live in a house called Plankton, the other house "Ol' Wonder Moth").
Last night, a few other community (but non co-op) driven houses, myself and my housemates spent all night together. It was an impromptu soiree, and still has me grinning. I live in a home. A well constructed, well intentioned and warm, loving, receptive home.
This is my intention with this blog: to create a space where I can speak about my living situation, and not just the house and it's members (i'll totally gossip). This is a space to discuss my fire staff art performances. A place to discuss my thoughts on going down to the Arena to see my favorite hockey team, the Buffalo Sabres, play. A place to say that I found another community garden on a bike ride, or that I've decided to ride my bike to Niagara Falls, just because. I want to discuss the farmer's markets, and the art gallery showing. I want to discuss the frustrations from work, and the interactions with strangers.
metaphorically, I am dipping my paint brush into my life and splattering it across this blog.
I hope you'll enjoy it. I hope sharing begats sharing. Thank you for stopping by.