Hrnggh girls,,,

checking my moots's blogs and following the ones that posted about having a cohost here feels like i'm sowing seeds on a barren soil,, imagining it to become a green garden that gives tasty fruits and vegetables,,,
there's this tender wistfulness of moving to a new place. A city i'm learning to know through its bus and train stations — emptying the cardboard boxes in a house where the walls echo from the emptiness,,
then a few months in, i'll know the closest bus stop to my friend's house by heart and the echo will get replaced by my posters and trinkets and memories
it's different than anything has ever been. I'll pass by my old place sometime and remember that some of the best nights of my life and some of my favourite pictures were taken there and it'll hurt that it's gone
but the earth covering my feet now is warm and soft and i'll be okay.
i'll water the earth with joy or hope or tears or whatever i have and i'll keep blooming until i die