a short summation of close to half a year.

Somehow five months have passed. I've traveled and I've swum in the ocean on Christmas. I've eaten beans on toast and been to crazy parties. I've laid on the pebbles at the beach until 6 am (later, I found the pebbles down my pants). I've watched the sun rise from Mt. Doom and cried myself to sleep. I've read and I've pulled weeds and sat in the burning sunlight all afternoon. I've gotten numerous sunburns and some have even turned into suntans.

For the moment, I am settled. I spend my days with people from all over the world and fall asleep with the television on. Then I wake up at 5 in the morning and do it all again.

I have no home, but each day I make it work. I define home in new ways, through new people. And last night, I fell asleep in someone else's bed.

I am sorry I can't write more, but life moves too quickly. But my tattoo is constantly reminding me that I need to get myself together and keep writing. When I get home again, I will write every day. Or something.