remember the first house I ever bought. It came after getting sober,
solidifying my finances, straightening out my life. When I walked onto
the porch of that house the first time, it spoke to me and I bought it.
need to go inside.
First night there, I wandered the near-empty rooms touching things, smiling, humming. I stayed up almost all night.
For the past hour or so, I've been sitting with my first novel piled
around me, signing copies and putting them in envelopes for people who
helped me develop and tell the story. Feels like my first house.