So much has changed in the last month. I left my home in Hawai'i to seek out snowier pastures and love. In Alaska.

As much as I adored the art studio, things went very very bad. My business partner and I reached an impasse, and I just didn't have it in me to fight anymore. As much as I adored Hawai'i, I spent my 4 1/2 years there fighting. For myself, for social issues, to put food in the fridge. And I was just done. Tired. So when this fight arose, I didn't have anything left to put into it. And then Mitch came along.

We met at a friend's apartment for an impromptu dinner, and spent his last days in Hawai'i together before he had to move back to Alaska. After he left, I woke nearly every morning hating being away from him. So, when it all fell apart and I was going to move out of the studio and look for another job anyways, I figured I might as well do that in Alaska. Might as well follow my heart.

I'm currently living in a yurt on a snowy hill overlooking the mountains. It's taken some adjusting, but I've been trying to keep myself immersed in a freelancing project I have--both for money and to make the transition a little easier. We're hoping to get on a fishing boat for the summer (which would be AWESOME). Life is good. Cold, sniffly-nosed, moose- and bald eagle-watching, rain-on-the-tarp-while-working-on-a-rusty-boat, wood-furnace-heated-home, quiet, peaceful, lovely crisp air good.

And so I'm on to my next adventure. I'll keep you updated.