tex mex

i made salsa tonight.
seems a simple enough thing, to make salsa, to cook. it strikes me different these days though - an action full of a weight that i’m not used to.

i made salsa tonight. in a kitchen that i can call my own in a house that i can call my own with music in the background and folk moving through. yeah, i’ll only be here a month and sure, i’m just renting space but this is the closest to a non-work-related home i’ve had in the last couple of years. i’ve made my way through since new years eve of 2003 floating from tents and temporary structures to couches, cars, and beds provided by friends and family. nothing that i’ve had for a living space outside of residence-based work has been mine - it has all been (wonderful) favors of those that love me (or are at least mildly amused by me…). i can rationalize the truth of it out into just about anything that i would like and banter on about other places that have felt like home or felt familiar but in their own ways they are far different entities than this.

so tonight i sliced and diced my way to a veggie and spice monstrosity. i played cook in the kitchen for myself and some newly acquired roommates . and it isn’t home, it isn’t permanent, realistically it isn’t even mine, but it’s good.