We ventured bravely into the night.
Our new home was demanding escape.
Sitting in a restaurant bathed in florescent light,
We began to heal from the trauma of change.
Healing felt like an undercurrent.
Fried chicken before us, these walls felt like a therapist’s office.
Courageous conversations began to unwrap themselves.
Normal doesn’t come easy in a place so new.
Yet, it was a drug worth chasing.
On a starless night in one of LA’s suburbs, we came close.
Walking back toward our car, a bar seemed like the next logical choice.
The turmoil of moving was beginning to subside.
Be good to each other,
Nathan