entry 003

03.26.26

last night i made a bunch of blueberry pies. i've unlocked a new feature of myself. i've always been much more interested in making savory food, but it's been fun to make these little miniature pies and give them to family and friends. it's also incredibly easy. there's no reason not to make small pies. so, i've decided to keep making them. i started with strawberry, but the blueberry was far better. although, i am deeply biased toward blueberry.

next, i'd like to experiment with matcha. then, maybe i'll try my hand at earl grey. cornstarch is a game changer; now, i feel like i could make a pie out of damn near anything. pies and gravy, babe. if you can dream it- you can make a pie or a gravy out of it, and don't let anyone ever tell you differently.

i'm about ready to check out of the mountains here, so i've been busy trying to get all my affairs in order. i was supposed to head west a long time ago, but circumstances put my plans on the back burner for a long time. it's still not perfect. i have some things in storage in saint pete. and sometimes i think about going to get them so i no longer have to pay that bill because it's tedious and unnecessary. but part of me doesn't want to let go of that because it's my last remaining tie. of course i still have friends there, but what does it mean for me to have no other identity there?

i have never felt so connected to a place, unable to let it go. too much happened there, and i'm still in love with it. it still feels like home to me. i know it so intimately, with countless memories and stories, and that's hard to let go. but also, maybe that's the best time to let it go- when it's still this perfect oasis that lives in the center of my heart, that i can always retreat back to.