YES!

Big sigh... The cork of depression has popped and I am me again. The smile is real. It feels so good to be back! No more extra medication for me, Ma...

Last night I dreamed of dancing with G in a huge loft with lots of people with really big hair. Flock of Seagulls hair. when we went back to his place I noticed that the building was falling apart, half burned out and completely unstable- He and his neighbors in the next apartment didn't seem to mind. I thought to myself- artists will live anywhere to save a buck.

I awoke at 5:10 am thinking about drumtracks and possibilities.Sleep is a very good thing.

The need to be in a place of beauty and like minded people with opportunity and acceptance of creativity has become apparent to me.

Yes, I'm moving!
Don't worry. It's not far, and we knew this day was on it's way at least four years ago.

Now I have the education and stability to really do it and make it work for all of those involved.

She blogged hopefully...