I had a good, quiet weekend - read a lot and watched a movie and baked - or I thought it was a good morning until this morning I awoke so out of sorts and sad and antsy. Most likely it was because I overdid it when I didn't leave the house for 72 hours. I thought i was fine but i kind of burst into tears this morning when I was washing my face to get ready for work, so I guess not.

Looking back I think i was probably good until about Sunday afternoon, but at that point I could have at least gone to the store for some milk or whatever.. it looked beautiful outside. I don't know, inertia. i stayed home and started netflixing and then it was dark and Sunday night. I'm not adjusting to this move so well - i'm just so damn lonely sometimes. It's hard to surprise myself.. the thing i miss about having friends is that unexpected things happen. I keep telling myself that it's still early days in the new city.

This afternoon I left work early to go to the physiotherapist and then afterwards it was so beautiful out that i just decided to walk home. Felt like spring. I took a new route, just wandering, and then I caught a note far away on the breeze. After all these years in new orleans i knew immediately it was brass, and I followed it with the same joy I always followed the music in new orleans.. and! there was a brass band! playing out in front of a metro stop! They were amazing and I needed it so much. I gave them 5$ and sat down for a long time to listen in the sunshine.

I left feeling hopeful for the first time in a few days.

9:42 p.m. - 2017-03-20