have you ever noticed how life seems to get the loudest right before the home stretch?
for the last few months,
i’ve been counting down the days until i could finally have my own space again.
a mix of anxious but excited energy flowing through me.
i kept telling myself:

“just make it to the finish line.”
you’re almost there.”

and time went by quick but well:

the finish line decided to move.

and Foxhole,
it has me BEYOND exhausted…