House

We bought a house two weeks ago, and we move in in 7 weeks. It's exciting, it's magic, it's a new and awesome beginning! Today a women, who until recently had been our neighbour, died of cancer. She was 30. We knew she was going to die. And it makes the buying of the house seem a wonderful thing to do, a stupid thing to do, and a grand waste of time and resources. BUT, we are going to get bees, and another dog, and play guitar, and sing, and garden, and make art and food, and start a lip balm company, and plant fruit trees, and harvest honey, and raise children, and LIVE, LIVE, LIVE. Because Rel can't, and someone fucking has to.