Forgetting. I hate forgetting things. I feel like I’m not in control of my brain, or like my brain is trying to race me…. I keep getting distracted by random thoughts, and forgetting what I was going to do. And then I remember, start to go back to what I was going to do… and another thought pulls me away. It’s mind crushing (can’t think of the word I wanted to use, because I forgot). (Then later, I think:) Infuriating? (And, finally, it comes back to me): Maddening. That’s what it is. This constant cycle of forgetting and remembering is maddening.

Why do I like nesting? It’s a comfort thing, it’s a lazy thing, I can bundle together everything I think I might need so that it’s close at hand when I need it.

I can be nomadic. I can nest anywhere, with the things I bring along. I nest wherever sounds good at the moment. Yesterday, a coffee shop, today the couch. Some days, it’s the bed, others it might be the balcony. Nesting is the freedom of temporary and moveable comfort.