Sunday, August 2, 2015

Pride 2015



Calm. I long for it. Pride happens outside my windows. (The shots, above, though are outside of Bruce's windows.) I am very proud and happy that the celebration occurs and I love the parade. But it is exhausting with Mr. Party, my ex, setting the pace.

And the spell is broken. I absolutely love this condo—more than ever since I found out about all the developments coming to my immediate proximity. Now, when I look at my paradise, I know it is going to be ruined and I know I have to move.

For now though, I must cook as much as I can in this perfect kitchen and enjoy every minute left.

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