getting weird

Oh hey! I decided to start a blog. This part of my life is just getting too wild and I'd like to remember it. Maybe I'd like to let some people in on it too, so here we are. A blog. I can't adequately present the story thus far. Won't even try. Notable plot elements include love, heartbreak, procreation, lots of moving and room mates, copious amounts of shopping, a swedish clothing store, intoxication, tears and even a love pentagram (hilariously?). I don't know. Life is really funny. I'm typing out this nonsense from my longest known best friend's mom's basement, where I live now. Well, I live in the whole house (she's leaving to go work as a videographer and counselor at a summer camp soon), but hang out in her comfy basement that's full of the most interesting things. This place is big and isolated and has a good feel to it, but it's miles and miles away from the city I used to live with. I used to live downtown- super close to friends and my work and anywhere I liked to go. Now I'm out in the wilderness, pretty much, right next to the mountains. I feel like I'm on some kind of detox retreat. I guess I am. I had a lot to get away from in Denver. A divorce and a subsequent passionate but terrible fling (that's still painful to think about), too much partying, a very stressful job, a messy unsettled house that never felt like home...gross. This has been my year of discontent. Last month was the worst month of my life. Now things are still strange, but quiet and peaceful. I'm here to lay low and rest. I look eagerly towards the future. elfa.