The Move Begins...

"And you will find yourself in a beautiful house... and you will ask yourself 'How did I get here?'"
I love that line so much, in fact even when I didn't like the Talking Heads (many a moon ago) that line seemed to stick with me.
Along the generally good advice of friends and therapists that I shouldn't be on my own, brooding, in this lovely state of Hawai'i, I've decided to move to an art space.
Yes!!
Asterisk, on Mcully and Young, is one of the best art spaces in the entire city. It hosts shows, fashion events, and film nights. It houses 12 lovely people within its walls. Of these people, I've come to know Justin, Charlie, Sarah, and Kate extremely well. It was they who invited me to come stay with them, and I was only too delighted to say yes. I currently stay on Dole St, in a lovely but lonely and quiet (not to mention expensive) house. When I'm home I feel worse than when I'm out... and that's always a good indicator that a space isn't working out. I've always had to try to find spaces that fit me, people that I fit with... and sometimes I think I've had to look harder than some.
For me, a home represents Ohana... a family. I don't like to be solitary for too long. When I want to write songs or do work I'll throw on headphones... but I don't like to sleep without noise, without words. I love the feelings of community that living with others brings. I just hope that Asterisk will be everything that I was looking for, until Glenn arrives and we begin our era of domestic bliss... here's hoping.
We're having a Thriller halloween party, and I am SO looking forward to showing my She-Ra costume to the world! My mom said it was 'appropriate.' Maybe I've always dreamed of being a superhero, a noble person that helps and saves others. Attending to myself always seemed blase.
In other news, the Obama bike rally went amazingly well, and was NOT shut down by the Honolulu police! I went all out and Obama-mized my bike with many, many stickers. I recall when I was a child I always wanted to have a ' sticker car,' so adorned with stickers that one couldn't even see the paint. On Saturday, leading the pack ten miles to the capitol while drivers honked and cheered, I felt as close to that dream as I've ever been.
The election is coming up. VOTE. VOTE. VOTE. Don't let your words go unheeded, your thoughts go unrepresented. We're all in this together, whether we like it or not. And despite all the media and the trash, there's something about this strange little country that I still love. In fact, I've never been so proud to be an American than during this election. In Edinburgh, I was always so ashamed that sometimes I faked a Scottish accent just to make things easier (not to mention get me an overdraft at the bank.) Now, I don't think I would ever be so decieving to others or to myself.
All meandering aside, it's been a good week... two Bs on two seperate midterms and making new connections and friendships... here's to an awesome Halloween.

XO