goodbye cabin, hello city

thoughts on the transition

it’s been 27 days since i left the woods. traded a cozy nook upon the mountain’s shoulder blade for city skyline and financial certainty. i feel guilty when i remember that i didn’t hug my favourite tree goodbye. when i close my eyes i can still trace patterns in her bark. can still hear the backyard owl’s otherworldly screech.

there are certain things that i miss, namely the frogs and crickets who so exuberantly sang me to sleep every night during spring, summer and fall. maybe i’ll find a frog and cricket playlist on Spotify for my ears to feast on before dreamland.