An Invitation to Connect

It has been twenty five years since 9/11. A reflection on how we look back on time, with nostalgia, curiosity, judgment, and bias, and what it means to be held by this exact moment while still knowing how precious and finite it is.

For twenty years I kept a journal full of the same buried longing, mountains, a different pace, a life I never let myself say out loud. This is about what it costs to keep a dream on paper instead of in the world, and the small, unglamorous practice of saying it anyway.

Before I met Andy, I had ten glorious years of being single. Glorious, because those were the years I came home to myself. What I didn't know then was how much that homecoming would matter when love finally arrived — and how much courage it would ask of me to let someone in without losing what I'd built.