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