This Must Be the Place

Musings & Mood

Home, is where I want to be

But I guess I’m already there

I come home

She lifted up her wings

I guess that this must be the place

—David Byrne, Talking Heads

Long time no see (and write), Substack. A lot has happened since my last post.

In two cars and with three cats, my partners and I drove from Kentucky to California in March 2024. We’ve each already moved once since we got here. We’ve come across bad people and good people, bad luck and good luck, bad days and good days.

“Life got better, but not easier,” she said. It’s true.

In all the uncertainty, one thing is certain for me: this must be the place.

I’ve done the unthinkable. Nearly twenty poems, six short/flash/micro fiction stories, and one finished screenplay later, I’ve stayed consistent with my writing in 2025.

In 2026, I’m looking for Community with a capital C. Is that you?

It’s officially too painful for me to stay in that daily grind. I don’t know what that means yet, but it means something. Profound. Motivating. Terrifying.

Let’s meet here again, soon.

—B