I am visiting her once again and she is a homecoming.
Today, I am grateful for:
1. Words, and storytelling. You have both been my saving grace.
2. Scissors. I was bored this evening and decided to slice off no less than 6 inches of hair. All dead ends are gone and the curls ought to be bouncier. Photos, eventually, after I go to a salon where a French person will yell and roll their eyes as they fix my hair.
3. Boundaries. Over the course of the last 12 days I’ve erected two enormous walls and placed snipers atop each. Rather this as self-care than snorting eucalyptus-scented oils and ohm-ing my ass into agitated and inauthentic kindness.
Paris | March 4, 2019