I’ve forgotten how to write to you.

I’ve rediscovered some of my favorite music tracks. Maybe I should rejoin Last.FM.

I had the best birthday in a long time: Korean BBQ, which I have never had, and karaoke. I love food and I love eating with my loved ones, and the communal style of the BBQ was affirming and fantastic. We shared food and stories. As for the karaoke, I did a total of 3 songs! A new record. I really missed it, nervousness be damned. Cheering on my friends was great and the crowd’s energy was loud, but amazing. I saw some old faces, too.

I’ve tentatively begun using a mobility aid, when I need it. It’s a walking stick, but I am calling it like it is. My hip gets wonky and it is OK to know when I need help.

I understand the thrill of no-top-tiny-car driving now. At least, in good weather. Lil Nas X and Tokimonsta are perfect for cruising around in a tiny convertible.

I love earrings.

I love seeing the old places in which my nesting partners used to live. I met some family. I’m disappointed that I cannot do the same– a restaurant reopened here, but it really isn’t the same.

Next week, I’ll meet more people. I won’t know anyone.

I relearned patience. Look at the creative arts and animals while it drizzles; the adrenaline-pumping rides will still be waiting. There is so much to see. And we have hours in the day.

I’m still nervous when holding her hand. I am out of practice. I don’t know how to speak up about it.

I reorganized my room a little.

I’m still non-binary.

I am so glad I escaped my old job. Everyone noticed: I’m glowing now.