Blooming begins, so I ventured out to the California countryside as I always do early spring. I miss home sometimes, sometimes I think about how my life could have been different if I stayed. I dream about having a big home in the valley, furnishing it with all those grand salvaged wood pieces from Restoration Hardware, having a tiny studio to make dresses in, a place I could see the orchards blossoming outside of every spring. But today was the first day in two years that my tiny, seedy, soma apartment felt like home. I fall asleep every night thinking about wandering through the orchards and watching those white petals fall silently into dust.