Out on the town, safe in the crowd.

A year ago, I hoped I’d be exactly where I am.

My one year anniversary at the magazine is coming up soon (July 19, not that I remember or anything).

When I started, I dreamt of living in Avondale someday. Having my own place. Spending my nights cooking interesting things, watching classic movies, filling my coffee table with issues of Vanity Fair.

And now here I am, in my apartment in Avondale. My magazines sit on a vintage army medical trunk. I’m watching Annie Hall while homemade banana bread bakes in the oven.

It’s unreal, how everybody turned out to be right. When you stop trying so hard to put everything together, it falls right into place.